He yelled at her, "you are an arrogant bitch. How can you look through me even when I stand right in front of your eyes? How could you be so callous? Look what you've done to me. You make me feel miserable. You make me feel wasted. You bring out the worst in me. I hate you and your stuck up little pride. Look at you. What have you got? An appealing face and an attractive body, that's all. I gave you love and what did you do to me in return? Here I am once again in front of you to tell you that I had enough of you. That i am over you. I hate your face. It's ugly. It disgusts me. Your face reminds me of how unkind and evil the world is. Yes I once told you how beautiful you were. I can't believe I said it. It feels distant now. I hate you, do you hear it. I loathe the sight of you. Yes, hear it from me again. I don't love you anymore". He finished and looked at her. She didn't look at him. She hadn't looked at him since 7 years. A tear fell from the corner of her eye and he knelt and lowered his head to her side. He wept through the night as she remained unmoved in bed, still in coma...

HIGH HEELS CONFIDENTIAL She opened her wardrobe and they were stacked in the bottom chamber. She looked at them with love and recalled how she had to acquire them the first time she saw them. They stood out amidst hundreds of intimidatingly good looking shoes at the store. Damn they are intense, she thought. Men wouldn't understand the equation of high heels with ladies. Over the years, she had collected many stunning pairs from all over the places and they straight made way to her wardrobe. And remained there. She never wore them. Each one was lavishly elegant in its way. It was one of her most prized possessions. For her, acquiring heels was an experience and she never minded spending on them. When quizzed by friends on her fetish for high heels, she would say that something about it lends you a sexual energy and makes you want to be in control. High heels just don't go well with damsels in distress. It's the unrestrained woman who would put on those tall shoes and walk with elan. She smiled and picked the black strapped stilettos. She put on her red satin backless gown with a thigh high slit on the left. She sat besides the dressing counter and looked at herself. She tied up her light brown curls loosely so her swanlike neck was not interfered with. Her brown eyes were devoid of any makeup and her lips proudly flaunted deep red. She decided against earrings or any piece of jewellery. She felt light in her heart and no piece of metal could further enhance her appearance. She looked at herself in the mirror and she looked just right. Her favourite perfume lay on the dressing table but she chose not to wear it. She didn't want to carry a manufactured scent around. And she smelled fantastic always anyway. She slipped into her black heels and stood up. She felt raised in every sense. She liked her stance. She was ready to roll for the evening. She was going to spend the evening with her longtime pals. She felt tall and she was happy. Last week, she divorced her short husband.