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HANDSOME HUNK


HANDSOME HUNK

 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

08/VII/2022

 

Imagine you are in the midst of the desert and there is an Oasis right in the middle of nowhere. It doesn’t rain much but last night it rained and rained like hell. The old dry pool, lying empty for ages, started to fill up. Soon it overflowed over its rim. One could see the reflection of the sky and the surrounding trees in it.

 

Imagine a ‘Handsome Hunk’ HH (Girls imagine the one they have a crush on). Tall, dark, handsome, eight packs to say the least. His gait could make many a girl’s go head over heels. This guy looked stinking rich and famous. He could take a flight to anywhere in the world at a drop of a hat. HH owned acres and acres of land in that desert. In fact, this oasis belonged to him.

 

His favourite meals were served in the best hotel. The Chef there dished out the tastiest meals. Not too spicy, not too salty, just the right consistency and taste. The dressing and presentation did not matter but quality and quantity did. Chef took his time to understand HHs likes and dislikes and served the most delightful meals in such a remote place that ‘Hunk’ was now hooked on.

 

Initially, he was a lone visitor but a man of exclusive tastes. In case the serving was not to his liking he would pay off without touching a morsel. The ‘Master Chef’ latched on in a couple of visits. Instead of experimenting & tickling HHs taste buds, he would serve only his favourite.

 

Hunk was a bit of a show off too and why not. God had given him everything in abundance including his looks. He had all the right to flaunt them. Soon he would invite his friends over. They all were just a call away. He never believed in his secretary calling his friends, he would do it personally. Who could refuse such an invitation? There would be unlimited food, drinks and snacks 'on the house'. The Chef too was gathering fame.

 

Hunk and his friends could sit and chat for hours. Sometimes in the garden, sometimes near the pool, sometimes next to the river, which was now just a trickle.

 

Handsome was always under threat from the ‘dirty predators’ who never wanted him and his friends to enjoy life. His bodyguards stood watch at every vantage point. He and his friends were constantly under watch of ‘eagle eyes’. Threats used to come but then they would subside too.

 

Girls started to join the fun. Boys you can imagine your ‘favourites’. Suffice to say they were class. He was a thorough gentleman and they too were gentle ladies. It is so much fun when good friends are together. They could speak their hearts out without drawing ire. The offer was open to all to bring more friends but with a caveat. No nonsense would be tolerated.

 

Time went by and those boys and girls met with their partners. Many got married and raised families. What a beautiful bond was created!

 

Then came the rains and this oasis overflowed. Party was on and the friends obliged. They gathered at a very short notice, as this parched pool would dry up soon. Down they came with no inhibitions. The attraction of that fresh rain water was so much that they went ‘skinny dipping’. After all, they were friends. These were precious moments to let your hair down as time never returned.

 

Chartered flights started landing. The long flights had made them hungry. They all first met the Chef. Having had their fill to the heart’s content, they moved to this pool. Friends rejoiced, sang and made merry.

 

One by one, everyone jumped in. There was a ledge close by where they could come up and dry, take a break and dive in again. At this short notice there were no special seating arrangements or umbrellas. Friends would just glide to the shade of the trees around this oasis. Drinks were served in the pool. They would drink and look up to God to thank him for his bounties. Cheers!

 

Fun got interrupted due to a sudden attack by ‘terrorists’. It was just in the nick of time that they could catch flight and vanish. No one was hurt or wounded. The bad guys waited for a while for them to return but none did. They too moved away to the next target.

 

The Hunk in this story is the ‘male sparrow’ (Chidda) and the girls are the ‘female sparrows’ (Chiddi). A small puddle was created due to the overnight heavy rain in the garden right infront of our villa. The feeding area too is the flower bed adjacent. Who was the ‘Master Chef’ which the ‘handsome hunk’ and his friends loved so dearly? I wonder!!!!!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

© NOEL ELLIS

 

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