Twisters

T 6059

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I stared at the discarded bills on my desk, feeling a bit poor, and I said, For whom the bill tolls, but no one was around to call me smart.

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T 6058

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

The waiter carved the salt encrusted piglet and I took out my phone and starting taking photos, and by the time I was done my date had left.

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T 6057

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

And when she woke she said, This is the morning of my discontent, and I said, The night time is the right time, and then she forgot to laugh.

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T 6056

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

They men stood around comparing mythologies and one of them said, Coffee makes me poop, and then they talked about sports and compared burps.

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T 6055

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

He stood in front of her, almost naked, and he didn’t know whether to be proud or ashamed. Nice socks, she said. He felt a tinge of sadness.

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T 6054

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

Surfing on air. Leaving the ground. Being that which I never was. Or more than I might ever be. I had to kiss her. And dig into her lasagna.

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T 6053

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

We sat around waiting for the taxi and I said I was bored and my wife said that showed a lack of imagination and I had nothing to say to her.

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T 6052

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I bought the guys a round, and then I told them the truth. She only eats chicken burgers, I announced. I didn’t have to buy any more rounds.

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T 6051

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

The house smells like roasted meat and he says, What are you cooking? and she says, The last meal you’ll ever eat, and he laughs. Awkwardly.

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T 6050

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I went to the restaurant. The maitre d looked me over and grimaced. He said, You don’t have a reservation. And I said, But I have a coupon.

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