My Adventures With Sanskari Lube

Love and Sex

My Adventures With Sanskari Lube

Illustration: Akshita Monga


ast night, I was in the mood. For once, it wasn’t a Tinder or OkCupid lover. Nope, just the good old-fashioned friend of a friend. We’d hit it off, and at 1 am, we were back at my place, just the right level of tipsy. At 2 am, we were Dunzo-ing condoms from the only late-night chemist around. Moods ribbed was all they had… and what a colossal disaster they turned out to be.

Because while they were ribbed for my pleasure, they had no lubricant on them whatsoever. Think, texture of fresh-from-the-factory shrink wrap. We gave it a shot anyway. Five minutes in, he was still oblivious to the fact that these condoms were total fail, but I was on my back cringing. I picked up the packet, looked at the back, and a sad glossy ad for lube stared back at me. But even the late-night chemist would be shut at 4 am.