Daily ablutions and more
Scene- After a night of induced sleep, the heroine gets up, realizes that the hero has encroached on her personal space, gets angry and starts figting with the hero. Intense fight ensues, imvolving some heavy gesticulations and shouting. And then the scene fades away, and i start to wonder, arey potty nahi gayee?
Thats the one issue i have with all stories. I cannot imagine them happening to me, because at all crucial times that involve such scenes, like this morning scene, all i am going to think about is my glass of water and my visit to the loo. So there goes the waking up in the morning with my beau next to me and us making out or like in this scene, fighting. All i would want at that time would be to go to the loo. And lets not forget the brushing. Even if i have brushed in the night, wont it be smelly breath?
Take another scene, travel to the beautiful mountains involving bus rides with fresh air and cold wind. Well, again all i am thinking about is the constipation that awaits and the nausea that accompanies. Lets not forget the jhukaam that will follow with the exposure to the cold winds. And dont even get me started on getting wet in the rain scenes. I mean come-on! The undies are wet through and through, ewe ewe.
Oh well, maybe thats why i am not part of the great stories.
Thats the one issue i have with all stories. I cannot imagine them happening to me, because at all crucial times that involve such scenes, like this morning scene, all i am going to think about is my glass of water and my visit to the loo. So there goes the waking up in the morning with my beau next to me and us making out or like in this scene, fighting. All i would want at that time would be to go to the loo. And lets not forget the brushing. Even if i have brushed in the night, wont it be smelly breath?
Take another scene, travel to the beautiful mountains involving bus rides with fresh air and cold wind. Well, again all i am thinking about is the constipation that awaits and the nausea that accompanies. Lets not forget the jhukaam that will follow with the exposure to the cold winds. And dont even get me started on getting wet in the rain scenes. I mean come-on! The undies are wet through and through, ewe ewe.
Oh well, maybe thats why i am not part of the great stories.
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