Gourav gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against his face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between his bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief he felt as he remembered the last time he had been here.
He had married her right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Gourav had been happier than he had ever thought possible.
Years later an old maid wanted to travel by bus to the pet cemetery with the remains of her cat. As she boarded the bus, she whispered to Gourav, I have a dead pussy. Gourav pointed to the woman in the seat behind him and said, "Sit with my wife. You two have a lot in common."
-This is a message to all those who suffer from diabetes or gastric disease.
Last edited by GouravIamTheBabyWithinMe; 03-06-2009 at 09:26 PM.