It’s late at night and we are walking. it seems every body is sleeping, nobody in the street.. well, almost nobody. he is just like a kind polar bear, I’m thinking.. Suddenly a female voice comes out of a parked car; Stop it! and then, voices of slapping someone on the face.. No shouting!! A male voice now.. we’re now approaching the car.
The girl now talking in a lower voice, trying to making it up to him; like nothing’s happened, and he’s not the one who was slapping her just second before..

I can’t feel my hand slipping off his hand, getting into my jeans' packet.. Pune has never been so cold in April… I’m thinking.





Painting: Stop Violence