N Murali

“Hey! How about a coffee?” I pinged her after a few days since our chat.
“Nope!” she replied quickly, and that was awkward.
“Oh!” I managed to respond, just to keep the conversation going.
“I mean...” she kept typing and my heart started pounding even faster, expecting a worse reply
“I prefer beer.”
― Kavipriya Moorthy, Dirty Martini

“My loneliness is a choice, not a situation.”
― Kavipriya Moorthy, Dirty Martini

“Are you a virgin by any chance?” he asked me once.
“Do I look like a bottle of olive oil by any chance, Raghu?” I countered and chuckled.”
― Kavipriya Moorthy, Dirty Martini

“Lying there, feeling safe in his tight embrace, a tear escaped my resolute eye and darkened his purple shirt. I usually do not cry when I am afraid, but invariably did when I felt safe and cocooned, like I felt in the confines of his strong, sure arms.”
― Kavipriya Moorthy, Dirty Martini