Me and My Reflection

I stare the guy, who’s staring back at me, Yes, I am at a tête-à-tête with my reflection. I tell you, he is a silent guy, doesn’t speak much, Has got a scar up his forehead, like a lightning bolt, We share an interest: we both are Potter fans. He looks at my clothes, with […]

How to avoid beating a well admired Asshole?

If you asked me, “Does he indeed deserve to die?” I would have said, “Yes.” Murukar X was a vicious old fox, a swarthy man with a too visible paunch; he would have been a smudge on the name of beauty pageants if they had unwittingly and inadvertently selected him for their contest. Now-a-days […]