The Jignes Patel, Lover Boy.

The Jignes Patel is back. And front. A little on the sides as well. And this time around, he is in love. And how.

He looks at Jhamkudi in the eyes. And a little lower. Time stands still. Bad batteries. They are holidaying in Bhavnagar. Running around trees. 119 rounds each around the big banyan in the middle of the city before they faint. At the same time. Coordination, boss.
On sultry summer nights, Jhamkudi arousingly undresses to find The Jignes Patel mocking away, laughing on the ground. Strip-tease, aha! On other nights, she dances around him calling it Pole Dance. Remember, The Jignes Patel is still 5 feet 11 inches and still weighs 49 kilos.



The Jignes Patel flings ice cubes at Jhamkudi on random summer evenings. His version of chilling with her. Such is their love. They write letters to each other from the same room. And post them also. They learn hip-hop dancing over weekend workshops and put them on display in the posh night-clubs of Bhavnagar.

One day, sources say, The Jignes Patel took Jhamkudi for a spa therapy on the outskirts of Bhavnagar. Their treatment included the exotic farsan massage. The one in which 137 rolls ofkhandavi are unrolled within relevant parts of the human anatomy to create a delirious yellow feeling. 

Other sources say, The Jignes Patel also took her out one evening to an Italian restaurant called Aapdu Italy and he called for the chef's special - The Italian Pizza. Of course, the Jain version of it. Jhamkudi was floored. 

But then, such is The Jignes Patel and his rollicking affair with Jhamkudi Jagdish Bhai Shah.

They light up their lives with sizzling chemistry. We don't.

So, turn off that light bulb!