You and me are like
31st December and
1st January.
It’s difficult to understand
whether I am coming close
to you or you are
leaving me for
something new

Dear Grandma

Please come back and let me
sleep in your lap
listening to your
stories.
I am fed up to go to
sleep while watching
others’ stories
on Instagram

Love stories of 90’s kids are like Bitcoin.
Investments done 6-7 years
ago have now started
to flourish.

While in the bus people were
busy talking about the director
dishonoring their queen PADMAVATI;
She herself had to become
RANI LAKSHMIBAI against
the eve teasers in the bus
touching her
inappropriately.

Your thoughts are just like
those cold winds;
no matter how much you try,
they somehow manage to
enter in your blanket
like heart..

“Mummy, I want this.”
– a little girl said to her mom.
“Madam, please purchase this.
My son is hungry since 2 days”
– a lady vendor said selling
the Santa costume.
She purchased the costume
and gave it to her daughter
while her daughter put it on
the shivering kid of the vendor.

She literally knew who needed
Santa the most

“So what about dinner today?”
– I asked.
“I will have Maggie yaar.
What about you?”
– she replied
“Of course! Me too.”

PS – Last Sunday of the month,
when the pocket is empty
but tummy gets filled
with Maggie

“Rolex or Rado?” – he discussed
with his friends before
selecting a watch for her.

Little did he know that all
she wanted was his time.

People ask me from where do
I get the idea to write
all such tales.
I always want to mention
their name but then
I cut it short and
say “I feel DEEP”