Eric

My first impression of the man was he that he was old. He was a wearing a black shirt and dark blue jeans and walking around with a walking stick looking at the room diagnollay opposite to my room to stay. I dint think of him much but later that day i saw him sitting on the balcony alone with a black cigaret dangling from his mouth. I found him very intriguingly handsome. He is White, English and Stylish. I smiled at him and asked him the usual question.
Me: (Smiling) Hi I am so and so
Him: (smiles Back) Hi i am Eric.( we shake hands)
Me: How long are you here for and what are you doing?(you know the usual question we ask when we are travelling).
Him: I am not sure maybe for a day or two and then i have to leave for a film shoot and then maybe i will come back after that.
Me: Ohh Wow film shoot? Really?
Him: Nothing that interesting, They wanted a White old English male who paints and i just happened to be there and being a painter they were interested in me and they asked me to act in their movie and as i had nothing better to do I said yes. (shrugging)
Me: Wow thats interesting.. So you are a painter??
Him:  Yeah.. I paint a little. I dabble with paints.
Me: Do you have anything to show me??
Him: I have few on my phone, let me see if i can find some.( he scrolls through the phone and gives me his phone)
Me: While looking scrolling I find some pics with some interesting statues. I was intrigued and i say him.. Wow these are interesting, who’s are these?
Him: Ohh.. I made them….
Me: WHAT.. you are sculptor too. Wow thats so awesome.
Him: Yeah, I collect scarp and i creat something out it. poSo what do you do??
Me: I tell him.. Blah blah blah
I controlled the urge to pee and settled down to listen to him. When he’s shown his exhibition pictures i was smitten as Douglas Adams came for the opening his show. What could be more interesting to me that that? And That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. We used to go for coffee and I started spending as much time as possible beaucase of the kind of stories he used to tell me. I was in awe of him and i guess little bit in love too.. He was such a proper gentleman with all the proper ettequet.
     His stories are funny, intriguing and he himself is quite fascinating. We used to speak about books, music, Painting (i don’t know a lot but still), Sculpting, travelling, Painters, His love life, me about My non existing love life. How he met his wife.. or how he is in India and how he once spend time with a sniper(I would love to meet him once too) I loved talking to him. He had enough storied tell to fill up my time and not being bored(which i might say, is very rare). He said how he once a met young singer who had magical voice who later turned out to be one of the bejees. I was constantly in awe. God how i loved(love) him. He is one of the Those i would miss no matter what. What are the chance of listening to rest of his stories? I wish i get to spend more time with him.
I wish some day I could make someone fall in love with me WITH MY STORIES 🙂

Coffee and the Ocean 

Coffee shop on the cliff facing the ocean what could be better than this? The coffee here is probably one of the best you could find. No wonder it’s called Coffee Temple. You stand or sit in a certain position and you can see 180 degrees of ocean. I sit there with the coffee and keep gazing at the sea and I feel any shit is worth it. And even reading a book, I feel that I am wasting my time. 

     These images are of the Six beverages for six days I was here. Well it’s 1 week but I arrived late on the first day today it’s early so it’s six. If you are dying for good cup of coffee and are in Kerala you should do yourself a favour and come here. Varkala cliff. 

   Americano, mocha latte, adhrak(ginger) chai, The ambience, the view and the food is worth few days of you life.. 

Ruined for sex?

stock-vector-girl-cry-pop-art-vintage-comic-retro-background-263336555I think I am. Too much of romance books, sweet romance shit and imagination and a romanic ex-boyfriend and now an amazing vibrator which gives me two to three orgasms .  I don’t have anyone to kiss. Where am I going to get a guy who is going to kiss me crazy let alone give me orgasms. I think I ruined myself for regular sex with a man. DAMN. I still want to feel the stubble or a couple beard on my cheeks. Strong arms around me. Its such an amazing feel. But is it worth all the trouble??

How Often??

How often do Men rather Male species think about sex?? I was in starbucks today and while reading and eating and drinking i was noticing people. How both the sex behave. What made me think about this?? Well There was this couple having a conversation  and it was quite evident that the guy was with the girl only for sex. I am not judging. If not anything I know women. Period. Arrogance?? Maybe!! but in this case the girl was talking quite excitedly and the guy was sitting quite aloof. The girl is craving for attention and the guy is just sitting there and pretending to listen the image that created in my mind was that this guy was bored but still sitting and pretending maybe so that he may get some action later. Maybe, Maybe not… So here it goes. How often does guys think about sex and given a chance how many times and with how many woman can and will he have sex with?? Is it in our imagination or are guys really think lot of sex?? Are they not bored by sex?? If they don’t get sex then maybe!! but its a very hypothetical question. Well not to anyone in particular but to the universe.
And why is that the woman and girls i know are not happy with the sex life inspite of having a sex life and so called all the time Horney Men?? Why is that the one of the most imp things in a Guys life and his favourite thing to do and they still can’t do a good job of making a woman happy in the bed? Why can’t most of the woman I know are not even having a Orgasm?? I know only 2 woman who are actually happy with their sex lives. So go figure??

Filter coffee 


Kids… Have you ever had a filter coffee.. A South Indian filter coffee?? If you are a coffee lover (like me) or if you like the coffee aroma.. or like trying out different kind of coffee.. you need to try this. If you are anything like me then you have to say.. less sugar and extra strong coffee and my god.. Well it does remind of God. Early in the morning.. a perfect cup of piping hot filter coffee is what a heaven feel like ( yeah I know. I exaggerate) but that cup of coffee makes me feel better any given day. Am not addicted to coffee I am just in love with it. ❤️