Thursday, 26 March 2015

waltz

The party was long over.
People grabbed their plates and ladled food, hurriedly masticating, and talking in whispers, for it was close to midnight, and womenfolk , especially, needed to be back home , with their kids.
The band kept playing a slow number, and the two, the inseparable, drunken duo, continued to waltz.
Like zombies , or tired fireflies, they were twirling, moving, swaying,almost sensuously.
And they were in serious trouble. Their boss watched them, chewing furiously, as they danced oblivious.
It didn’t help that they were both, bachelors.

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