HANGOVER!!- PART 1. ( an extrapolation of the 'BEER MAN SERIAL KILLER')

The train rolled out its gentle lullaby, sending its trusting children into a delicious kip; eyes that had been sparkling with the day's activities now lulled into routine sedation. Raghav watched his train comrades in fascination, mostly because even though bodies were meshed against each other in the crowded, claustrophobic compartment of the last train to Churchgate, South Mumbai, the passengers displayed a trusting weariness very akin to the naughty child resting its head against its mother's bosom after a 'Boost' triggered day.

Raghav, on the other hand was wide awake. He enjoyed observing the homo sapien. Like the ticker on people's bedstands that only thought of moving its seconds hand forward in keeping with the tireless progression of time, the ticker in Raghav's body only thought of training its eyes on its next victim. Every person he ever laid his eyes on was his prized possession sent by God, if there ever was one. Like God had chosen a moment for every one of his 'gifts' to Raghav. Raghav loved his gifts. He unwrapped each and every one of his subjects with an unbridled curiosity; the curiosity never reduced in intensity with the increasing frequency of the gifts.
A very lopsided attribute of Raghav's gifts had been the 'homo' nature of the homo sapien concerned; his sexual orientation very naturally skewed.

Raghav felt the eccentric gush of adrenaline as his senses attuned themselves to the tall, well-built man near the doors;his flexed biceps accentuated by the short, skintight, 'gay', yellow sleeve needlessly hanging on to the straps above, as if only to swank his queerness. What essentially drew Raghav's attention was the free spirit in the Aamchi Mumbai lad's eyes that begged to be temporarily tied down.

Raghav thought to himself, 'Kya Raapchick maal hein !'(what a sexy guy!)