Infidelity...

As the 11 am sunrays beamed onto my face, my eyelids quivered. Three days in a row, I was going to miss office.
Damn! My head hurt. The hangover was bad.
I could faintly recognise the hotel room I had checked in a week back. I couldn’t stay with Neha in that house – not after she romanced my boss.
I packed and barged out in search of something.
Escapism. Yes. That is what I wanted so badly.
Three nights. Three call girls, respectively. Three bottles of Absolut. Neat.
I turned an escapist.
Infidelity? I couldn’t care less.
Did sleeping with three different women make me an infidel thrice over?
Is Neha any less infidel? Negative.


-Fuehrer