The Compulsive Muser

I was baffled.An emotion rarely visited when you've committed gluttony (in order to do some paisa vasool from the overpriced buffet you had at Taj).Anisha,my older sister rarely ever rides her scooty at 30kmph on a chilled winter night at emtpty roads of Pune after 10 p.m. When I took courage to open my clenched jaw and speak to her she gave no response in another attempt she responded in a tone suggesting 'all's well'. For the sake of paisa vasool  she too had stuffed herself. Post dinner she'd spent good time in the loo but still looking at her one could figure out that she's either constipated or nauseated or she may faint or burst anytime soon. However an unresponsive rider and a paranoid pillion rider didn't match well.I offered myself to ride, to halt if she wished to throw up but her response was negative.For a moment I could sense her scooty moving towards the footpath, to my eyes it was true and within a flash of second it was all blood and bruise...

Today I encountered an old friend of mine, Mr. Billi a.k.a The Stray Cat but I'd rather call it domestic since it keeps lingering around my house lawn and places in vicinity(only when the stray dogs are around). Very shy and obviously very lazy but it kinds of frighten you when it dilates it's concave shaped pupils against it's green sclera. Ironically it's his fear call. I first met him three years ago, though I tried to bond with him, but as usual he was either shy or scared or wished to spend time on it's own. I have seen it doing prey, stalking a female (it was hiding behind a tree and watching her something that made me wonder how much common we share with the animals) and mostly sleeping and yawing.I guess it's still alone and bored.Though I strongly dislike cats for their laziness but I can't stop admiring them when they blink their eyes, yawn and look around in boredom.                 ...