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She is a Devil

She started following me during my final and vulnerable year at the college. And she was so brave that she would sneak out to my dorm while I lay sleeping lazily. If you want to talk about never giving up, then she is a perfect example. I am worried now that there is but a little chance of escaping from her clutches however hard I may try. She will savor my body and make me look miserable.

When she first saw me with a girl ever fit and healthy, she immediately became envious of my growing happiness. I didn’t know the consequences until she grabbed me unaware. No doubt she is a good lover, who follows her mate whenever wherever, but she keeps on playing with my emotions. My only hope and wish is to live a happy, healthy and fulfilling life with a woman I dream of spending my life with, but now I doubt whether I am heading any closer towards that goal.

She is every man’s nightmare. She keeps on following me twenty-four hours a day making me nervous and uncomfortable during the day when a multitude of faces stare at me. At night I get nightmares and choking feelings. It is as if the devil himself has come to destroy my sleep, to finish me off. I hate her. But there is no way to get rid of her. At parties and gatherings, delicacies water my mouth, but when I remember her, I withdraw from the idea of eating more. How depressing it is to avoid all those delicious desserts?

But I already heard people talking behind my backs. They think I don’t look good with her either. So, I decide to break up with her once and for all. She has done enough harm to me it is time that she shifts her energy to some other prospective men. I decide to work out and do some uphill running and learn to swim. I am told swimming is the best sport.

And one day when I am fit and my body slim and thin again, I will smile back to these trying days with a growing lump like an ox's on my belly. This is a testing time in a man’s life, an American friend of mine tells me. And testing time indeed! Definitely she is a nightmare! Amongst the Bhutanese youth, GNH is its misnomer, meaning happy people eat more resulting in a bigger bulge in their bellies. Some of my friends also call it GNC, which is an abbreviation of Gross National Crisis. Time is up and I am leaving her the day I exercise and eat healthy.

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