Hello everyone. Hope you guys are doing fine.
On my return journey home, a shabby dressed man sat next to me. As soon as he got in, he fell asleep. The poor guy tried his best to make the seat a bed and lay all over me. I got pretty irritated and shook him a couple of times. Then I couldn't help but think, how vary have we become on a stranger's touch.
We look at a person we don't know with distrust. For us a stranger is meant to be estranged.
The holy books teaches us something else- God comes in the form of a stranger.
During an overnight journey to Bangalore, I dozed off watching a Tamil movie. In a dream a woman started stroking my thing. I slowly woke up to discover its happening for real. To my horror it was the guy next to me, giving me a hard on.
I couldn't sleep the rest of the journey, fearing my chastity. That's the sad part of obeying the holy book.