Pluck Away!!!!!!
Pluck away the Corona The times which we are going through needs one to be ‘plucky’ and pave a new path for the future, it pays to be optimistic at times. Not in a million years did I believe that I would be so cornered as to take up my dusty old guitar and pluck away at her guts with such savage readiness. Why now??????????? The lockout mandates that you stay cooped up indoors and bore yourself to death. I could have gone for any other direction other than my guitar as I have always done , since I bought her a couple of decades ago aspiring to be the least,half a Clapton. Our love affair hardly lasted a week after I found out that she never responded orgasmic-ally to my touch. A couple of years after that let down my mind wandered and infidelity crept in with vengeance. I got married. Amita was never overawed by her curves and played a step motherly attitude to her hollow nature.There was this mysterious coquetry which used to zip through me as I passed by her the following...