In Viru’s Embrace

"Hey there, pretty mama!" ~ Johnny Bravo
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Viru came, Viru did not even see, and Viru conquered. Viru is like that only. He arrived without any prior information. We had to cancel our modest Thanksgiving-week plans, which included a two-day stay-over by our family friends. Once Viru is in the house, he keeps you so occupied that you cannot entertain anyone else.

I just couldn't do anything to resist Viru. His presence increased my heartbeat and temperature and within a few hours, he completely overtook all my senses. “Such love could kill people,” I told Viru, while popping pills. In my dreamy, hazy state, Bollywood songs came to my rescue.

“Stop clinging to my skirt, what will the people say,” I crooned.

“People are such fans of yours that they would certainly approve my way.”

Juices flowed. There were tissues all around. My whole body ached. He didn't let me read, write, or check Facebook or Twitter. Viru’s love left me stricken. With such a vigorously passionate person, you don’t have any other options than lying in his embrace. Together we tried to watch the latest romantic flick, Jab Tak Hai Jaan, on the internet. Until the railway-station scene, where Shah Rukh kisses Katrina, my acidity built up to such an extent that I literally threw up. We abandoned the movie halfway, and I gulped a glass full of antacid, Eno.

I suppose Viru will leave in a couple of days, disappearing into the thin air in the same way as he had arrived. I don’t care if Viru the Virus reads this, but I don’t like his smothering love and I am not going to miss him once he leaves.

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