My Mom is one big, always-ready-to-erupt volcano of tension. She came up to me tonight and… You don’t sleep You don’t eat You smoke You don’t exercise You…and so on and so forth… What will become of you? Someone please tell her… “ARAY BHAYYA…AAL IS WELL!” Jab marna ho ga, mar jaayein ge.
It is now a custom that my Mom brings me fruit chaat and milk each night. The fruit chaat is made for the whole family to ensure an intake of fruits. I like the milk but I’m seriously bored of the fruit chaat. So I always say no. Not that she listens, but I do Read More
Mom got some K&N chicken burger patties from the nearby supermarket on Saturday. On Sunday, she made me a sandwich. Since then, I’ve been having the same sandwiches for breakfast everyday. Now here’s the thing with me: I don’t eat much. I have a sandwich for lunch, and if I feel hungry then I have Read More
Take two kittens who are no more than a month old and refuse to eat anything but milk. Take a grandfather who seriously hates everything feline because he doesn’t like his news to be remixed with meows from outdoors. Take a father who doesn’t like cats because they rip the metallic door nets with their Read More
Wish I was too dead to cry, the self-affliction fades, stones to throw at my creator, Masochist to which I cater. Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason My flaws Read More