Inclined Chronicles of Indulgence

Instagram Sitting in the darkest corner of the room lit only by the distant street lights, I practised the laugh I would laugh when he will say something as such, looking at a picture of my past. Reality hit me fast enough, and I withdrew myself midway of a cynical moment of transient happiness. That night, I was mad; my heart was full of anguish, my blood was rushing annoyance. I wanted to tear apart something dear to me and calm down the storm thundering in me. The mirror never looked so calm before. I must have used up all the tears of his share.  I wanted him to say things to me, things that he told umpteen times in the past; only meaning them this time. Like many sorries of the past, I am sure it will be empty this time too. But, I wanted him to say it anyway.   I want you, he should have said.   I need you, he should have confessed. He was magic; black magic. I hate how much he could make me feel and how much he could belittle me. May be this is just my head, my conje

Is that all? They say sex is the highest pleasure it is out there. Then why it is so insufficient? An endless line of sex and still it is unfulfilling. It is like a hunger for something you don't know yet and no matter what you eat and drink, it does not satiate.  Sapiosexual, she claimed to be one. She has met men of achievements and ambitions. She is thankful that some men are actually different: they care. Nights have gone by like papers scatter when you let a windy window open. Each paper has been engraved with a story of its own. Yet, they are all gapping into the empty room like they want to suck in more air, more substance. What more could she have typed to make the paper feel satisfied? The papers are so inked! Bodies rubbing against each other, making the winter temperatures rise, aren't settling for just it. They assume one more lap will do it, but it doesn't. The rushing hormones are in no mood to rest and breathe; the hands don't seem to have t