I woke up in my room. My same old room. The zenith, the cocoon my own fortress of solitude. Its bright pink curtains had the power to pick me up from any Nadir this world might impose and the soft cushions on the bed made me feel like a princess with a floating castle.
“Sakshi! come down honey, the breakfast is ready ” my Mom shouted.
I jumped out of my bed and put on my slippers while yawning and stretching. I always slept like this. My old pink shorts, which I had bought when I was 8, now they were too tight and too small for me and I liked it. I liked to think of myself as a sexually surcharged item girl of some bollywood number. My butt crept over the top of the shorts with some 2 inches of my buttline clearly visible to anyone who could walk in at this moment.
I walked to the washroom, the tight shorts crept between my hips, as usual and I adjusted it. But ti was too tight and was hurting me.
“Damn this thing! ”
“Damn this thing! ”
I bent down, took it off and threw it on my bed.
