A FAMILY MAN ( AS ALWAYS !)

There I was, in the middle of a long stretch of barren seats in an old bus, glaring blissful at the rather young girl, who symbolised the rapid change as she was entering an age where she was to be called a woman within the very few next months.... 

I was, but rather not only astounded but eventually got laid down in her sweet but devastating beauty that showed off her simple yet harsh seductiveness...

At the sudden striking of the clock, marking grotesquely that half the day was done and another half is yet to began with its valour and glory, the girl stared at me as if I was, but one of those few good womanisers who has successful laid his hands ina good number of them. As if her eyes were narrating a story and by and by, continuously advising me to the day's end " Be a family man, young boy. When you have a wife and two kids, there is no business you have got to do with a rather lonely girl like me".... 

By an inevitable force, I took my eyes away from the fabulous beauty of her mesmerizing face.... Got off at my stop, kept on walking grizzily as I departed for home and rang the door bell twice, marking my arrival, with a good smile on my face, my office bag at my back, evidently marking my presence being a family man....