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My Blue Label drinking friends would say I've sold my soul to Desi Tharra. I have. I admit I've gone rustic. I want to taste that cheap alcohol. That 70-rupee bottle. I want it to hit me instantly. I don't want a tipsy evening. I want a drunk evening. High on cheap liquor and you. Then let's get cozy. I'll read you a chapter from my unfinished book under my favorite flannel blanket. Hug me from my waist. Smell the patchouli on my neck. Lend me your ear. I promise I'll bare my soul. Listen, as no man has ever listened to me. Because every word I write has meaning. Breathe softly into my ears as I open myself to you. Note where my words are harsh - someone must have stabbed me there - know my words are bleeding in response. Pay attention to the soft words - someone must have stirred my soul - know my words are humming a Coke Studio Pakistan song there. In case you feel my words are too intense at some point. Don't ask. Know it's you. You must have...

No  credit card application  or loan is approved without checking your credit score.  Credit score  is not merely a fancy term. Banks and credit card companies check it before extending you a loan or approving a credit card application. So if you think late payment, non-payment of a bill and cancellation of a credit card are trivial issues, think again and think long term. These things can ruin your credit history. Thus lowering your credit score. You may not worry about it now. But it does affect your future loans. Even service providers have started looking for it now. Here are  10 things that lower your credit score,  and you must pay attention to all of them: Late Payments Payment history immensely affects your credit score. CIBIL gives nearly 30% weight to your credit history. So pay your credit card bills and EMIs on time. Paying your credit card bill late lowers your credit score in addition to attracting penalties. Don’t make it a habit. Pay...

You reek of debauchery, Of wild sex on cheap sheets. Of half-drunken nights, Mindless flirting on the streets. And yet I find you comforting, I know you won’t last long. You are that pop-chart number, Not a meaningful song. There ought to be a heartbreak, For you to put your soul up for sale. Broken people tend to use, Hungry passion as their holy grail. I can swim underwater for hours, To find that pearl inside you. I can walk under dark skies, To see the light in you. I want to burn myself, To set your demons free. I can even pluck the thorns out, And plant a beautiful tree. But do give me some hope, I want to fix my emptiness with you. I’m an epic mess, I know you are too. The world would call us crazy, So be it. We are 2 broken souls, Who perfectly fit. Image Source - @benjaminpatch

So we are done labelling our relation. I am love to you. You are love to me. Let's end the conversation on this note. Whatever remains after that is pure passion. Something the woman in me craves. Something the man in you enjoys. We ruined our friendship yesterday. But, oh boy! I still get goosebumps thinking about it. My heart sinks. I feel dry in my mouth. And wet in places where I should. Even now, I can hear your whispers in my ear and can feel your body on mine. I have th is uncontrollable urge to sink into your chest, kiss your neck and say - baby, you are mine. I want to savour you. I want to read unfinished poems to you. For one 5-minute kiss, I want to write a 20-thousand word prose. But I don't want to make you a hero. I don't want to give us a happy ending. I don't want to sleep with you every single day. Because if there is a man who can make one night a lifelong memory, you are that man. I sure have this seething pain to be in your arms, sit wi...