Sometimes Silly Sometimes Sweet - What More ?
What More ? He looked in the bathroom mirror and grinned. A few months above 50 and not a strand of grey hair ,fine lines near the eyes had begun to show presence though . He was proud of his salon styled looks and his body built on supplements. He always opined that a man needed just two things to lead a good life - looks and bank balance and in his case an unsuspecting wife too. “What more Ravindra Khosla”? he winked at his reflection. “Jess, jess , jessica” he called out her name agitatedly but she seemed fast asleep. “Damn the new gen drinks” he said exasperatedly and began to pack his overnight duffel. He didn't bother to look twice at the petite figure sleeping face down on the hotel bed her cheap flea market dress lying on the floor. He checked himself out in the full length mirror one more time and marvelled at the ease with which he could still charm women half his age. “What more”? he chuckled. “Check out on time and don’t add anything to ...