They all had gathered at their
regular adda in Jayanagar. It was one of those usual evenings outside the
women’s college. They came from various parts of the country, but leching kept
them together. One after another, as the girls were coming out of the college,
they described their pick of the day in their own words:
‘Arey bombaat! Look at that item. Sakkath hot maga. Just 1 seeti
and she will be mine from navvonly.’
‘Abey, kya bolraa tu? Baingan ki meri. Aisi potti tumku kyse milti re houle?’
‘Be hab laats of saach phatakas in our state. Thees is too
theen and not bery beautiphool’
‘Bencho kya saxy hai, by
god. She will only be comfor table in my arms. You are a useless guys’
‘What are you saying? Nevver underestimate us ra. We can
come to north India and tumari ladki ko bagake lejasaktai ham log. Do you know
our hero, Mahesh babu got your north garl?’
‘Are yede. Wo north ki nahi re dhakkan. Amchi Mumbai mulgi re,
tuja aayla.’
‘Come on da. There’s no need to go to Mumbai aalso, just come
to marina beach. I can’t able to tell you how many garls will fall far me. Don’t
go by color, ok macha?’
‘Lost monsoon, I was standing here and zimbly staring at
her. She goat so attracted to me. I am basically from another state I told but
she laafed and told its olright, you know?’
‘Dei, don’t lie da macha. See your face first ogay. If she
ears you speak she will kill erself da.’
‘Once I offer her my snakes, she will be in my big hole forever ho?’
Then they laughed at each other and it was time for the Christ’s
college …
P.S. It was written for Character Chaos challenge on ode.la.
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