The news of the countrywide harassment of Valentine couples by Saffron Brigade in 2012 got overshadowed by bigger news of oncoming state elections. In one town, the basket in a busy tailor shop was getting fuller & fuller. Cotton flags, silk flags, flags of all colours & sizes. Suddenly the Bhagwa silk flag felt something small and soft fall atop him. A fragrant silk pink Panty?? He couldn’t take the insult.
“Get-off! ” He shouted right in one of her leg-holes, "You’re spoiling the basket.”
“You mean…,” said the Panty, seductively, "that I’m spoiling the great culture of this Basket."
“Yes,” said the Bhagwa flag, “that too.”
“Hey! Chill, handsome!” winked the Pink Panty, sliding softly to the side, “By the way, I’m Pinky. Pinky the Panty, and you?”
The Bhagwa flag stretched to full size and said, "I’m Bhargav. Bhagwa Bhargav!”
“Aye! So James Bond-ish.” whistled Pinky Panty.
Bhagwa Bhargav blushed and changed the topic.
“How come you’re here, and you’re not even new?
“Aw, I’m here for the repairs.” Pinky Panty winked again, “Broke my elastic & don’t ask me how. It’s kinda non-political.”