The portrait of a woman

Diablo was a beautiful woman. Her father was an ugly man and her mother, beautiful.

She looked for her father in men she considered getting married to. She couldn't relate to the good looking men as they were unlike her dad. Moreover, it was charitable to love an ugly man -charity was to her, sharing what she had more, with people, who didn't have it- charity made her feel good about herself. As fate goes, ugly men never dared to ask her out, if they did, they were stupid or desperate, as it was a stupid move to ask such a good-looking girl out in the first place.

Some were not stupid, but smart, that they were just too successful, that they wanted her to love their salary and accomplishments and not them. They pretended to dwell in an intellectually fulfilling environment that seemed to transcend physics and evolution, but the fact that they were attracted to her body, contradicted their conjured-up hide-outs, thereby, leaving the relationship, a ticking time bomb.

She remained single for a long time, that she became attached to her loneliness. She brushed away all good men. She dated only those she knew she wouldn't stand in a few months, that she could be single again.

In this vicious cirlce of life, she remains our sole solace, single and beautiful, like a lone lamp on the top of a distant hill.

Boris's Beard
A philosophical thriller
(novel condensed)

Chapter I
Boris decided to grow his beard.
Chapter II
Boris went to the same coffee shop for the next six months. At the end of six months, Boris had grown a long beard.
Chapter III
The collective consciousness of the Baristas at the coffee shop became a living record of Boris's beard growth.
Epilogue
Collective consciousness is a reality.

Grocery Shopping

I realized again, what a vicious animal I was, I wanted a dose of Victorian morality and aesthetics to bring me to feeling good. I wandered into a store that sold Satyajith Ray films and Tagore literature.