My period is delayed she mentioned non-chalantly.
Ajay had never thought about the repurcussions of unprotected sex.
It had been a month ago, at a friend's party. Ajay called home and informed that he would be crashing at his friend's place because the bus service would be cancelled. Of course I'm not drinking. I don't drink, mom! he said on the phone and hung up. Pink Floyd played on the old boombox as a joint went around the room and then again.
To Ajay, the room was going around him. A hand got hold of his biscep and the next time he opened his eyes, he was in a closet with a topless woman who was fumbling with his belt buckle. The night was wild, music loud and raw lust was evening's chosen dress and what was to happen, happened.
A month and a few weeks later, she signed on to our favorite chat messenger service. A few hi's and hello's were exchanged. And then came inevitable.
My period is delayed she mentioned non-chalantly.
His world stopped. His heart stopped. And then started up again. This time he could feel his heart pounding under his forehead. How could this ever happen ?
Don't get emotional about it she told him. How could he not ? This was the first time it had ever happened to him. Images of bloody axes, lynched babies and half born fetuses clouded Ajay's mind as he Googled abortion clinics in his area. If we are to undergo this, we'll do it together.
And then the phone rang. It was the mother of his possibly unborn child. She requested a pregnancy kit. Within the next three and a half mintues Ajay was at the cornerstore pharmacy run by the old Indian couple, ordering a pregnancy kit.
The old man knew Ajay's parents. News would spread across town, especially in this day and age of fiber optic cables, telephones and the internet - the internet ! Ajay's stories would be on a blog by the end of the day, in forwarded e-mails, the CAS might be contacted by the end of the week and his parents would have a heart attack within forty-eight hours. What's a boy to do !
Ajay paid for the pregnancy kit and was at the house of the mother of his possibly unborn child. She thanked him for it and asked him to leave. She said she would call him that night.
When is night ? When the sun goes down ? It was winter. The sun went down at four-thirty. Is it night ? No. Not yet. It'll be night, when she calls.
The phone rang.
Do they take returns on unused pregnancy kits.
Why ?
I just had my period. I'm usually late.
Ajay hung up. He would never see her again.
Ajay had never thought about the repurcussions of unprotected sex.
It had been a month ago, at a friend's party. Ajay called home and informed that he would be crashing at his friend's place because the bus service would be cancelled. Of course I'm not drinking. I don't drink, mom! he said on the phone and hung up. Pink Floyd played on the old boombox as a joint went around the room and then again.
To Ajay, the room was going around him. A hand got hold of his biscep and the next time he opened his eyes, he was in a closet with a topless woman who was fumbling with his belt buckle. The night was wild, music loud and raw lust was evening's chosen dress and what was to happen, happened.
A month and a few weeks later, she signed on to our favorite chat messenger service. A few hi's and hello's were exchanged. And then came inevitable.
My period is delayed she mentioned non-chalantly.
His world stopped. His heart stopped. And then started up again. This time he could feel his heart pounding under his forehead. How could this ever happen ?
Don't get emotional about it she told him. How could he not ? This was the first time it had ever happened to him. Images of bloody axes, lynched babies and half born fetuses clouded Ajay's mind as he Googled abortion clinics in his area. If we are to undergo this, we'll do it together.
And then the phone rang. It was the mother of his possibly unborn child. She requested a pregnancy kit. Within the next three and a half mintues Ajay was at the cornerstore pharmacy run by the old Indian couple, ordering a pregnancy kit.
The old man knew Ajay's parents. News would spread across town, especially in this day and age of fiber optic cables, telephones and the internet - the internet ! Ajay's stories would be on a blog by the end of the day, in forwarded e-mails, the CAS might be contacted by the end of the week and his parents would have a heart attack within forty-eight hours. What's a boy to do !
Ajay paid for the pregnancy kit and was at the house of the mother of his possibly unborn child. She thanked him for it and asked him to leave. She said she would call him that night.
When is night ? When the sun goes down ? It was winter. The sun went down at four-thirty. Is it night ? No. Not yet. It'll be night, when she calls.
The phone rang.
Do they take returns on unused pregnancy kits.
Why ?
I just had my period. I'm usually late.
Ajay hung up. He would never see her again.
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