Me And My Laundry – A Bachelor’s Tale Poem by Alok Agarwal

Knock-knock! A friend of mine, enters my room decorated by masculine muscles. My nostrils had previously never noticed the aroma of my unwashed clothes. Hey! When were these last washed? I replied swiftly and firmly, “Recently…previous month…or previous to previous month…don’t remember the exact time”. Who writes the time of laundry-a palpable thought ran through my physical body. At this tender moment, the science of facial reading came to my rescue. I just nodded while receiving banters. I dared not look into those scary fiery red eyes. All my masculinity was subverted in the scenic beauty of the melodrama.