Inclined Chronicles of Indulgence

Coffee Date? The point of dating is to know a person beyond physique and later on, who is it that you are/will be 'sleeping with'. The current mass is so busy getting laid in their prime that when they come off their ages, they just don't know what to do! By the time one is done with meaningless sex, one has lost what it means to be physical with someone they can care about, connect to. Whereas sapiosexuals are in absolute need of 'connection', the fling dare-devils are all about 'chemistry'. Once that is achieved, one is happy to settle for casual sex, casual one night stands, casual live in, casual break ups.  Here comes the annoying part. People, who are sincere, are enraged about the 'casualty' going on around. Their sincere eyes looking for a sincere face dulls out eventually as the others have unsettled baggage, or just don't know what to do with that sincerity. End result: the former are disheartened to pursue any further, and th...

The awning - that is where her scattered thoughts are fading off to. May not be the awning exactly. It has been up there on her window since she lived there. It is the July rain, I think. She has a thing with rain, sort of a pact. When it rains, the woman in her speaks out. Not always in words, but more often in the tunes of guitar or candle light make ups. The pluviophile girl sets up to contemplate from life as biology to life as politics. When it drizzles, she turns into a girl  dressed in sunset yellow fit and flare dress with a transparent umbrella stretching out her hand carefully as not to wet herself more than just the palms. Hmm, it is clearly not the rain.  She turned off her laptop, switched off the tube-light, switched on the blue bed light and laid on the bed staring at the boring ceiling. Her empty mind was rattling like the Mumbai local. Thousands of thoughts are honking loud, making peace a difficult target. What is peace anyway? Is the urban lif...