Making Meera Massive

Chapter 1 - Meet Meera

Meera Sandhu. Meera Sandhu. Meera Sandhu. What a woman. Her skin shone elegantly in the Indian sun. Her fitness? Amazing. She would swim every day. She would eat healthily, running on her treadmill, going for walks, dancing, and more. Until she met me.

I walked along the beach, ready for a nice swim. And there I saw her. Meera. I watched as her elegant body got into the sea. I followed her in. “Nice day for a swim, huh?” I playfully splash her. “Yeah it’s sooo amazing! All the fish, and the feeling of the sea on my skin! I’m Meera! Meera Sandhu!”

I smile at her, the lady’s plump lips looking beautiful with everything she said. “Meera Sandhu? Good name! Bet Sandhu likes laying in the sand, huh?” She giggles “Oh definitely! We should do that!!” I help her out of the sea, after a nice swim. She lays in the sand, sunning her amazing body.

Meera smiled. “Maybe we could get….dinner or something after this?” I look at her. “That sounds amazing ! I’ll pay for the food!!” She loved that. “Oh thank you! Let’s get going!” We pack up our things, and get our clothes on.


The restaurant Meera picked was fancy, serving all kinds of Indian delicacies. Meera picked the Talit Macchi (fried fish), Biryani, Butter Chicken, with chapatti and naan breads. Samosas, pakoras, everything, as I was paying. “You can definitely eat!!” I laugh. “That swim got me hungry as an elephant!” I thought to myself ‘I like the thought of that….Meera Sandhu, Elephant.’


The food comes, with enormous portions for a fancy place. The smells were too much for Meera. She got straight to the eating. Butter chicken. Biryani. Fish. Pakoras. Meera ate and ate, hungry hungry Meera. I watched as she devoured the whole fish in minutes. Pakora after samosa after pakora. She packed them all in. Sauces, flavours, smells. Meera was in love with this food. Naan bread was next. She coated it in sauces and ate it hungrily.


After the dinner, Meera was stuffed. Her pink sari bulged as if she was pregnant. She drank her lassi and let out sounds of satisfaction. “Aaaaah! That was DELICIOUS!! We should do this again!” I smile at her, noticing the swollen, bloated sari. “Oh definitely dear.” I think to myself.

It’s time to Make Meera Massive.