Shobha finds herself in a small dingy apartment building, in a drab room with her boy toy. The walls are drab and populated with road signs and rock-star posters. The air is musty and damp. Nothing like her house. She feels uneasy at first, but the novelty of it all keeps her titillated.
The young man leads her into bed and they kiss gently. He begins talking about the art styles of Monet and Cezanne. And then he tells her the story of Vincent van Gogh and how he cut off his left ear. Shobha is a little disturbed. He asks her to undress but she all of a sudden feels shy.
When he notices his shyness, he jumps out of bed and tells her to keep that expression. And that he wants to remember her just how she looks like that. He takes out a canvas and easel and begins painting. She gets up, disappointed. This will take hours, she thinks. And it does.
"I want to get revenge on my husband," she says.
"Marvelous! Such FURY!" the man says, still painting.
Shobha leaves. The man finishes his painting and stares at it, glassy-eyed. "Fuck," he says, "I'm a genius."
Steups, what the ass is that? shit, masterpiece -_-
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