Constructive criticism or...the regular kind works too

[Sandeep]

I'm a first time writer. The story I have to tell is complete and mainly humorous but before all that...before I impose on your time...before I presume upon you...before...I hope this post finds you smiling. And carrying on from there - leaves you smiling.

I repeat - I'm a first timer so I'm not familiar with internet protocol. Pardon me any transgressions. In any case, I will do my best not to make any.

May I please have a beta reader?

A ladder of panties is complete and slotted for release in early 2014. I've enclosed less than 200 words as an introduction. If you find these worth your time I'll be 'nose over toes - that's how it goes - for all shows' privileged. You see what I'm trying to say...

Srinivas Ramachandran is a big, blind dog. Lost too. Who, all said and done, only wants to return to his mistress. With his tale between his legs.

Things could have been different if it wasn’t for that terrace party with the bloody bathtub. Maybe if the goddess of trifling deeds hadn’t stuck all four of her arms in his affairs. Possibly.

There were some who’d say, his brother for one, that he was a right, ripping genius. Where most would have clapped their hands over their eyes and screamed, Sri saw. The link between prospects and...panties.

This divine truth revealed; one would say it’s all in the bag. Wrong. Therein lies the nub. The scene, if you will. A school of thought says that when a dog wags his tail, it isn’t about happy. It’s confusion.

From being completely at ease with unholy manhood, mother and Mumbai…stuff gets stirred. Those once right ripping grey cells begin to produce results that are increasingly colour coordinated. Grey.

Indeed resembling, the motion blur of a wagging tail.

This is a story of love, life, lingerie and a white plastic bag. All of which will end in…


Thank you so much for having reached here. If you'd like to read more you only have to snap your fingers and the whole story will arrive by magic in any way you'd like it sent...on the other hand if you've had enough you can still snap your fingers and...I'll disappear.