Bloody Dogs

Nithya was trying hard to fall asleep, but her insomnia and the incessant barking of the street dogs didn't help her. Her apartment was closer to the road and her bedroom window faced the road directly. She kept rolling on her bed as the barking kept getting louder and louder.

"Bloody dogs", she said as she got out of her bed. She went to the kitchen, filled the jug with water, went to the balcony and threw the water on the dogs. The dogs whined and ran away. "Run you monsters and let me sleep in peace", she said and went back to her bed.

Finally Nithya started to drift slowly into her sleep when she suddenly heard the barking again. Only this time, it was fiercer and louder.

"I swear I'm going to kill these dogs", she muttered under her breath as she got out of her bed and walked towards the bedroom door. And when she opened the door she just stood there, shell-shocked, looking at the snarling dogs with their bloody mouths and canines out.

Love gifts.

"I have a surprise for you today" read the text from Vidya.

Anand texted back, "What surprise?"

"You will find out when you reach home today", she replied back.

When Anand reached his apartment in the evening the watchman called him. "You have got a courier, sir", he said. Anand signed the registry and received the package. It read "From, Vidya" on it.

"So this is the surprise", Anand thought.

He went to his flat and opened the package with excitement. There was a white shirt in it. Anand looked at it, puzzled. "Just a plain white shirt? This is her surprise for me?" Anand wondered.

He took out the shirt and opened it. A white cover fell from inside the shirt. He picked it up.

"Just for your eyes. ;-)", read on the cover.

He opened the cover. It had a picture inside it. A picture of Vidya wearing nothing but the plain white shirt. Her curvy figure quiet visible through the translucent cloth. She looked sensuous. She looked ravishing. It was a sight for Anand's sore eyes.

A week later...

The door bell rang. Vidya opened the door.

"Madam, courier." said the courier guy.

Vidya signed the acknowledgement form and received the package.

"From, Anand", it read on the package. Vidya's face lit up. She crashed into the bean bag and started tearing the cloth lined cover from one end. It had a neatly gift wrapped box inside it. She unwrapped it with glee. She opened the box. It had a beautiful black 2 piece laced lingerie. Her cheeks now turned a little pink. She was blushing. She stood up and decided to try them on. She took them out of the box. And below them she found a white cover.

"Just for your eyes. ;-)", it read on the cover.

She opened it slowly, praying that it not be what she thinks it to be. And then she slumped into the bean bag, looking at the picture of a hairy Anand wearing nothing but the black 2 piece laced lingerie.

Music for life.

Vishal saw Kiran at a distance. Kiran was Vishal's colleague. They both lived in the same locality, so Vishal thought they could go together in the bus and catch up about their work and stuff.

Vishal called out Kiran's name. But Kiran didn't turn back. He called him again couple of times. Everyone else except Kiran turned back to see who was hawking Kiran.

"Is he deaf?" Vishal thought, exasperated.

He quickly ran towards him as shouting his name didn't help.

As Kiran was to step down from the sidewalk onto the road, Vishal caught up to him and put his hand on Kiran's shoulder. Kiran turned around to see Vishal catching his breath and Vishal understood why Kiran couldn't hear him. Kiran took off his earphones.

"What happened?", Kiran asked.

"I have been calling out your name and everyone was looking at me like I was a crazy person. That's what happened", Vishal said.

"Oh, I was listening to music. That is why I couldn't hear you", said Kiran.

"Well, should you be listening to music even while walking and crossing roads?", Vishal asked.

"Sorry man, I can't live without my music", Kiran said, put on his earphones back and stepped onto the road without heeding to the horn of the oncoming minibus.

True to his words, Kiran didn't live without his music.

PS: Writing is such a great thing. You know, sometimes you're irritated by some people and then you want to punch them in the face or kick them in the ass or strangle them with your bare hands or do all of the above. But you can't. Not because you don't want to hurt them but because if you do so you will be put in jail. And that kinda sucks. So what you can do is, you write a story, you make them a part of the story as a really annoying, irritating character whom people will hate. And then you kill that character in the end. Sadistic pleasure. *Evil grin* :-]