In search of...

Saturdays and Sundays are mine. On Saturdays I wash my dirty clothes etc., buy grocery and other food stuffs from the hypermarkets and laze on my bed.

Lying on my side I play farmville on my laptop. In the afternoon I go for long walks. I love walking. As I walk down I watch men n women walking by holding hands - everyone more and less are in shape. They eat panipuri from the roadside - when young man eats, the woman waits upon, while the woman eats, the man stares as if the girl is eating rosogolla, love or lust, I don't understand...I passed by several panipuriwallas, beating temptation. Like a drunkard I thought I have resisted temptation. But the aroma of redchilli powder and tamarind and chat masala cannot be ignored for long. My mouth watered and I was involutarily standing in front of the panipuriwallah with my extended arm.

As I gulped down the fourth panipuri, I had an uncanny feeling of being watched. Yes, a woman's man gazed at my ease of gulping down panipuris. "Shameless man", said I, but he seemed not to hear, the wife seemed to be in a different world or perhaps used to his roving eye. Somehow I finished my 6th panipurri, and shelled out the 10 rupee note without a pinch as I have derived complete pleasure in drinking the arse-burning hot tamarind water...

I walked further down to the crossing and waited to cross the road. Turning to my left I caught the attention of a handsome traffic cop. He wore many badges, which told me he is higher authority and his Tamil twang told me he was from the South. I looked into his eyes, but he averted my gaze as if he had seen Petroneus. He looked at the guy next to me and informed us of opportunity to cross the road from the other side.

I crossed the road with the hunk standing next to me. The traffic cop was a sight indeed. I was lucky enough to spot him the second time. And then the third time, I was caught unaware by him as I crossed the road when the signal was green n he sent me back. He has the b**** indeed to send others back for crossing the road when the signal stood green with envy. He had actually caught the hand of a passer-by and led him back to our side for crossing the road when the signal was green.

I looked at my hands, none held mine...The thin girl next to me, who is perhaps a zero size and thank God she had long hair, otherwise how would people know she is a woman, also had a hefty guy drooling over her.

A friend had once told me, "You should have asked the cop for a date." I rued over the idea of asking him for a date. I have the boobs, but do I have the guts? A firebrand police officer like that would not even take a second to give me a tight slap and throw me inside the van and put me behind the bars.

The thought of a tight slap woke me up, my desire for a cup of coffee with him flew, I crossed the road faster than usual with the other impatient pedestrians...