Shiny Disco Balls

We are sex in the not so big, almost semi-circular (thank you urban studies) city. Chennai seems more and more charming each day, no longer do I view it with the same prejudicial glare as I did before, when I saw its map and all it looked like to me was a phallic bulge in someone's pants, if you know what I mean..but then...that's probably just me.

And then God decided to give it all up, on a platter, "Let's make her happy" he must have said in his gruff voice since that's what I presume he must sound like. "Put an end to the cribbing and the whining, the sentimentalizing and the blackmailing, and the unnecessary threats of converting to atheism. Here is your free-pass to chennai, your boy, your good-hair day..."

Sigh.

Thank You.