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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal"Today is my birthday," Shanti said, taking the pot and filling the cups. "I want to celebrate it in style. If you guys are up to it, I am ready for it."
As if Shanti had said nothing, I kept going. "We drove to the hot springs a few times at night along with a few friends. It was great. We had wine, we had weed. One night while I was soaking in the hot water I saw a falling star shooting right across the sky and splitting twice before disappearing."
Rasta John mumbled something I did not understand. I took my cup of green tea and started sipping on it. Shanti and Rasta John did the same....
...Realizing that the chemistry was working not only between Shanti and me, but also between her and Rasta John, suddenly I understood what the steamy Californian had meant by saying she could have both. That was a first indeed. Up to then I'd never been proposed a threesome of that sort. A moment later Rasta John passed me a fresh joint he'd just finished rolling. I had a couple of puffs, and gave it to Shanti.
Looking at me with a very seductive smile, Shanti took the joint. Then, focusing on John, she said, "We always think it has to be either one or the other, but I don't think so. John, you are coming as well."...
G. Albero
My new, unconventional life started on a hot and sunny South Italian day in 1972. Until then I'd been an average, restless, and dissatisfied young Neapolitan. That fateful day, in the morning, my whole world changed. I was trying to follow a lecture at the University of Naples. The antique hall was packed. Standing sweaty and confused way back behind a thick crowd of allegedly eager learners, I could not understand a word of what the lecturer was saying. I felt anxious and frustrated. I wanted to leave that antique hall and breathe some fresh air. What I really wanted to do was travel to faraway lands; explore the world; live the life of a true adventurer. As a consequence, a few weeks later I left Naples, and a long journey began. At present I reside in a relatively peaceful small village in South India, and aside from writing and hoping that some day sweating over a keyboard will pay off, what I do very seriously nowadays is my best to stay out of troubles.
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