I had wished if someone had hurled a shoe at me, or at least a hawai chappal. I was terrified of perishing without getting a chance to display my magnanimity. It seemed like eternity to wait to pardon someone and soak myself in a pool of narcissistic pleasure, letting out orgasmic moans thinking of the noble deed.
But here in our state we don’t pardon any such fellas. Hurling chappals is not our culture you know. We believe in upholding the mantle of culture and morality higher and higher. If you have any doubt, just ask the girls we bashed up for trying to import the firangi culture and spoil ours.
