"Room number 69?" I asked a half-asleep man at the reception.
"Second floor," he mumbled.
It was one of the shadiest lodges in town.
I had my appointment at 12 AM.
Satan's hour as my friend always calls it.
12:04 AM;
I knocked on the door of room number 69.
I gasped as the door clicked.
I stepped inside and locked the door behind me.
My friend had set me up with this person.
I entered a dimly lit room.
6Ć4 cot on the left. A bathroom towards the far right.
There was a window that faced the main road.
TV was on low volume.
2:40 AM;
I'm riding back home in an auto, writing my first draft of an experience.
An experience that changed my life.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
From life changing moments to lessons for a lifetime.
This was a night that changed my life, completely.
12:07 AM;
She lay on her side, absolutely staring at me.
She was beautiful!
I sat on a chair at an armās length from the cot.
"Nervous?" she asks.
"This is my first time," I whisper.
"Letās do it then?" She looked at me.
"I never wanted this," I pushed the chair back.
The chair scraped loudly against the floor.
She was surprised.
"I'll pay you your fee; I'll pay you extra. I just wanna leave.
I stood up, taking my wallet out.
"Well, I charge on an hourly basis. Itās not even 10 minutes," she looked puzzled.
"I'll pay you whatever the amount is," I offered.
"Sit down, why did you even end up calling me?" she laughed.
"I didn't call you, my friend did," I corrected.
"Whoever it may be. What's the issue kid?" she seemed concerned.
"I don't want to talk about it," I said.
I could've done terribly wrong things that night, but I didn't.
We sat down and discussed life issues.
We spoke, we spoke a lot.
We laughed, we pointed out each otherās mistakes.
She was a person who enlightened me and it would be a sin to call her a Hooker.
It is for nights like these I look forward to, other than late night football.
Life changing incidents can happen anytime, at any place and with anyone.
Never stop believing.
Everyone gets a miracle; I wonder what's yours?
What do you do when your best friend is crying? There are a few persons whom you never wish to see with tears in their eyes. I attended college as usual. It was a regular Saturday afternoon; the cultural activities were in full swing. More deafening cheers accompanied loud music from the auditorium. I kept calling her from half an hour; she did not answer. She was nowhere to be seen too. I inquired few of our mutual friends if they had seen her around. "She is always with you," said one. "Heard you guys fought," giggled another. "What rubbish ya! They're best friends, they wouldn't have fought," argued a third. I smiled and left the place, still searching. There she was sitting in a corner, engaged busily on her phone. This pissed me off. I walked up to her and said, "Answer your phone." She looked up; her eyes were teary and red. "You crying?" I asked in disbelief. "No," she said. Her voice was thick. "Is it beca...
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