SHORT FIFTIES'...

THE LADY KILLER

Her eyes were fixed on him. His pulse started racing and his heart was pumping... red, unmeasured adrenaline. The dim bulb near the kitchen sink, just about made it romantic. He had been avoiding her for almost three hours. She winked at him.. brutally spraying the Baygon. The cockroach died.

BALLE BALLE!

I heard Mrs Sweety Singh had bought one of the exclusive pieces of fine art in Paris. The punjabi entourage of her community labelled it profoundly 'Wow Shao'. I popped in uninvited, to see the piece of Rembrandt Revisited. It was unquestionably 'wow shao' - A canvas full of stick figures.

ANYTHING FOR LOVE

It was Valentine's Day. Her plunging black off shoulder and his afraid deep brown eyes found company. She scowled, "You will not wander below my neck, unless its a diamond necklace you want to give me."
He sipped his Martini and reclined. The lucky lizard grinned unharmed on her shoulder.

FAIR IS BEAUTIFUL

She smeared ruthlessly - Dove, Ponds, Garnier, the cocoa butter paste, the strawberry lotion, the mix of orange pulp,curd and lime. The mesh of all creams now blended into something magical, unexpected. She settled to wash it off. The splashes of water, revealed her fresh face- now,full of pimples!