He holds my hand, gently draws himself towards me, and breathes off my lips. I gazed on the opposite slanting my head. I was expecting him to gift me a bouquet, but he went passed it. We walked past flower shops and many street vendors. According to Anish, he says, I always have a musk with a special kind of endorphins running wild and making him sensual. I turned and saw Anish I went near him and hugged him, even if I am draped in sweat he will come and hug me. “Hello, How are you?” Someone called me from the back. I don’t say I am a vegan, for even the weight of those words might eventually lead me to bathe again to wash my sins off for I judged someone for their choice. Lately, I have been also using bath salts, it cleanses your soul with a tad bit of fruity fragrance. Bathing is the first thing I do when I think about the bathroom. Is it like washing our sins? If it is then I am a harbinger of piety. It’s so crazy, how we all feel when we bathe. I feel enchanted when I clean my pores as if a weight that has been existential on my shoulders has been lifted off. I was a tacky summer lemonade warming up to water the hell out of my body. It’s sunny today, The scorching heat is piercing my skin.
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