Sleek and shiny, she used to blush whenever our eyes met. I used to wait for Sunday, the day; Man would go out shopping. It would give me an opportunity to admire her for hours.
Some of the things she would shriek were
“I hate your unclean stubble”
“Don’t wear torn jeans”
“Don’t keep towel on the bed”
“Go take a bath; you stink!”
I just ignored her.
But one fine Sunday morning she made the Man stop near my sweetheart and threatened him. “If you don’t buy Gillette, I will leave you”
My darling’s name was Gillette! I was ecstatic. For the first time, Gillette actually looked up and gave me a full fledged grin. She became bolder and by the time we reached home, she even winked at me!
In hindsight, her sharp fangs should have been my first clue. But love had made me blind…
Next morning we were going to meet again and I planned to ask her out. We were going to have our “happily ever after!”
As I take my last breath, I want you to know that the Woman and Gillette were partners in crime and are responsible for my murder. May both of them fall and break their evil teeth (or blades) so that stubbles continue to thrive; this is my last wish…
I am responding to Anmol’s tag http://anmolrawat.blogspot.in/2013/12/pass-post-3.html