Bond......James Bond..... I proudly gave out a biog as i hold a shot glass of Vodka Martini. I am not an alcoholic, but i used to drink with my friends occasionally. Celebrations , no matter how important it is, we used to do cheers. As i just told, It was a party. Party for my friends heartbreak. While narrating his own story my friend told that the hardest part is not when she told that she don't love him, but it was when she called him Bro.
WOW. Here comes April rain. Its not about a shower on broiling summer days. But An April Rain is actually a refreshing version of Vodka Martini. The only addition is a splash of lime, which adds a delicate touch to the easy cocktail. It was my last one before i said good night to my best friends. I really don't know whether i can call them best friends or not. They may not, as they only shares liquor bills and cigarettes with me. Only few of them shares what they really are, just like one of my friend did by now. Hope you got me, But i am sure that i am not much bad as you thought.
I am a good biker, i hope so. The only quality i think i have is that i can ride bike even when i am in booze. My friends always appreciate my skill. Expressing the same once again, i reached my apartment. 'Noddy blinkums', i said to myself when i closed my eyes.
I was little bit skeptical on reality as i failed to realize whether i am dreaming or not or in future. Its confusing However i am happy now. Happy that i have four wives .
My first wife is beautiful. I gave most preference to her. I decorated her admirably so that others should feel jealous upon her. She was more close to me, apparently.
My second wife is not bad. she is good redundantly. She gave everything i wish. When i am standing with her i could attain a tremendous amount of energy.
My third wife was not much beautiful, but i like her a lot.She used to be with me when ever i face hard times. She is my greatest listener and adviser.Remaining all always listen me to reply but she just listen me to understand. She is the one who have great trust and expectations on me. My last wife is not much good. She is just my wife. She will be with me always but i used to irritate her often. I can understand what she talks, I cant obey her while chasing my wishes. She is only something to me.
There It happened. The million dollar question. When i was Lying on my bed, with a debilitating disease, i asked my wives who will be with me when i die.
First wife, as i expected expressed her polite reply by admitting that she will definitely leave me alone. Second wife was too renegade than i expected. Its not her fault, its just a personal expression of choosing someone better than me if i passed away. My third princess showed something more promising. I don't know what she told is right or wrong, but i prefer to believe her words that she will follow me till my cremation. Then i asked the same question to my least lovely lady . I never call her princess, honey, queen and so on. I never much considered her as my wife.So i don't know why she told that she will be with me every where i go, for every time.
I was shocked totally, thus woke up from the sleep. I was puzzled on countless questions and crosswords. I did not ask who are those wives ,but i changed as What are those wives?
I resolved, and realized that it was my own soul, my fourth wives. First one was my own body, who leaves me when i die. Second was my wealth who goes to someone else if i got over on grave ,and the third was my family and friends who might have been following me till my memorial park.
Addictions. It was the force inside me hurting my fourth wife, my soul. So i say sorry to you dear,my real wife, princess, honey,queen and most precious thing. I quit hurting you.
