“Do you want a refill, sir?”, the air hostess asks me. She is probably in her thirties. Her hair is neatly tied in a bun covered with a netted thing with the flight’s logo on it. There is not a single hair that is misbehaving. Quite a sight. I wonder what she would look like with her hair flowing in the wind. She must look like freedom. I have never combed in my entire life. I walk out of the shower, run my fingers in my hair a couple of times and I am ready to meet the president. I have been doing this since I have had hair. I must look like ‘too much’ freedom. I have tried a couple of hair products but they all are bad. If you meet me at a party at 2 am, I am that guy who is passionately talking about how all hair products are bad. I have researched this. Trust me. To beat me in this argument, you either have to be as intelligent as Stephen Fry or as beautiful as Hugh Grant. Against both of them, I’d concede out of respect.
I like what you wrote. Especially the second last paragraph was awesome, my reading speed accelerated as I read and felt like there was some intense music playing in background. Good stuff, Keep writing.
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I like what you wrote. Especially the second last paragraph was awesome, my reading speed accelerated as I read and felt like there was some intense music playing in background. Good stuff, Keep writing.
Why am I so late here? Where's my kid and wife? did they already leave for London?
You scared me man!
Woah...for the first time I was paying so much attention. Great writing
God! This is too good!