I have found people smiling in those pictures where, they had confessed, they shouldn’t be there in first place.
The Chair Demon
My nephew sits on a plastic chair and watches the cartoon serials on TV. In the excitement of cartoons, he falls down from the chair and bursts out crying. Only when I get up and start beating the chair to kick out the mythological demon, similar to Sakatasura, who hid himself inside the cart to kill Krishna, he is pacified.
Break-up Line
You don’t know how hard it would be for me to forget you.
Sanitized Literature
The restaurant next to the temple doesn’t cook meat. Reason: the priest or religious crowd may take offense. When Ramayana, Mahabharata and other epics tells the tale of meat eating brahmins, this reason seems regressive. Their food involved wild boar , deer or any type of meat. When I was kid, my brahmin class friends have asked me to buy eggs for them. Similar practice to eat eggs and meat in hideout goes on in villages. Let people know, if one wants to eat meat anything, he or she would do, however much others sanitize the literature. Regarding the restaurant, it doesn’t want to lose this great location and temple doesn’t want to lose customers. So, it’s likely that that both businesses: restaurant and temple must have come to a consensus.
Let’s Discuss Death of a Moth
A moth in the middle of night wants to get squashed. It has been flying in my room since seven in the evening. I wonder what it must be thinking: does it think that I’m a God and getting killed by me will bring it salvation or it believes in bad Karma that it had killed me in past life, so I should kill it in this life or simply it wants to dies so that can it go from this life, probably tired, to next life: hope does wonder to a life.
A Forced Birthday
The roof in front of my room has been washed as I step on my floor. My owner urges me to have dinner with them, for that’s his wife’s birthday. I try to deny him knowing that how lonely I will feel in the company of someone else’s family.
Temporary Cure
She confesses.
He listens.
In those wonderful moments, he forgets his anxiety.
Unnecessary Importance
I get up in morning and find myself still angry at her and also at people like her. On some days, my list grows. I wonder at the patience of people who don’t get angry at such people and crush my teeth, stopping myself from saying what I am boiling with. She is nothing, zilch, but she’s powerful, like an addictive drug, which holds my thoughts for another day. Every time, I think of getting rid of her but some my own talks, internal and external, bring her back. I’m actually culprit of my mood: it’s me which is not letting her disappear.
Eyes Like Literature
When you laugh, your eyes change expression: they twinkle one moment while at other moment they stare right into my soul, often they acknowledge me as someone unknown, then from now where, they show concern, but then, next time, I don’t know what they say … your eyes, are not just a part of you but literature.
Magical Kingdom
A big guy inspires the audience to do what the heart demands, without really telling them about hardships, sacrifices, and losses, knowing very well, probably not really understanding, that the crowd is full of impressionable kids.