Ramblings on a boring sunday- Part 1.
He was obsessed with the thought. It was all that he desired, craved for and cared at the moment.
He wished for a कन्या. With desperation and lust-of an overaged teenager.
He tiptoed to that part of the town.
Where the raging hormones drove...
In a self styled cloak of invisibility
Towards to the clandestine suburbs...
He had his wish fulfilled.
He got his कन्या
He got his कन्या
He also got his विष
He would die slowly, in parts.
He would die slowly, in parts.
He cursed the linguists
He detested the languages
He hated the duality of words.
As it finally dawned on him...
"Wish में ही विष था|"
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