I have kept mum last 2 days. No it wasn't PMS. I was mourning. 2 days of unfathomable pain.

My best buddy got hurt. He is convalescing now. He is tall, dark, handsome. My bud is my love. I spend all days and nights in and with him. He and I explore every part of the city together. At times some others tag along. We don''t mind company. He and I are old school. As long as we have our moments and our share of privacy we don't have a care in the world. Even when I moved to a different city he moved with me. He isn't high maintenance so it is quite the marriage of convenience.

And a couple of nights ago while I was sound asleep - someone got him , unawares. A barbaric , heinous act. Bud was beaten up for the unpardonable act of quietly standing outside my house waiting for me to wake up and go out with him for a ride.

I come in the morning to see him battered and bruised. And the perpetrator hadn't even left a note of apology. Not even a "Oops, My bad!!!".

Luckily, no major injuries. He went unscathed albeit for minor, cosmetic abrasions. He is getting a facelift on Wednesday. And If I can get my hands on the ***tard (Not mustard) who did it - I will let my eyes bore through his soul and ask him - "When are you going to sleep? You will have a pleasant surprise waiting when you wake up, like I had!! "

For all you doubting thomases who still believe I had PMS and am making all this story up. Take a peek.


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