Dinner

There's a nice sparkling red-wine to go with the pasta - lasagna. Soft music plays in the background. The lighting is a little dim but just right - it doesn't intrude. The soup was magnificent, but what was worth remembering was her trying to blow on it to cool it down. She picks up the wine glass and swishes the wine inside. Her voice is music. Specially, when she tell me how much she is enjoying this. The wind brings with it the tangy smell of the sea. Dinner on a balcony, thirteen floors up facing the ocean isn't great. It's heaven. The waiter clears the plates unobtrusively and gets rich chocolate cake for desert. The chocolate cream sticks to her lips and her trying to get it off makes her look sexy as hell.









WTF? Stop dreaming.

"Swami, ondu masale!!!"

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