Wicked Games

I returned from the field alone as the salesman wanted to hang around longer for some personal work. ,It was a 4 hour long , bumpy ride.I was looking thoroughly like an NRI snob, Ray-Bans firmly stuck to the nose. Desparately needed to entertain myself. A middle aged villager sat on the adjacent seat.Ah, here comes the bakra! I offered him some of the snack I was eating. The man smiled and took it. Soon, he wanted to make conversation. “Are you from abroad ? ”, he asked “Well, no..from Mumbai”, replied the Ray Bans. He now waited for me to ask him the same , but I wouldn’t give him the pleasure, no sir. Soon curiosity killed the cat- “ So Mumbai must be a big city, no” “sure” 2 minutes of pregnant pause..blink bugger blink. Bingo! “So..nice girls there?” Now Ill really gave it to him, lied through my Ray-Bans, “Yeah man, hot chicks, real good ones, and running after men , too! You know, since the sex ration is just 800 men to 1000 women, we get lucky all the time. You should check out Mumbai sometime dude” Pause...Knock out punch boy, he’s gonna hate his village forever now.
“If you think Mumbai is so good why are you in Ambikapur ?”
Phoooos..goes the prank.