This post follows a situation in which I chose not to speak, though my heart pounded in an urge to do respond. Simply put, it was a lovely moron who questioned me on the ‘most important’ inconsequential thing (saying it was a question could be an injustice to the intimidating and ordering tone). The details of the situation, I cannot go even slither more deep. But, to satisfy myself and to get a good night’s sleep, I am having to do this; though I know this is not the ideal post to celebrate the second anniversary of my blog. What follows is an outburst of all love I had to express to this moron ever since I knew he was one. And one request before you read further: if you can, please avoid reading this post. If you can’t stop yourself, then read it and forget it! For the comfort of conversation, let me call this moron as ‘Bay’, the word whose little variant might actually fit the character.

Dear Bay, 

Thanks to the real estate restrictions, I am pleasedat hell to share the corner with you. No one except you could have had the uncontrollable need to throw in a towel to reserve that place. Come the first opportunity to leave that place, I am off from there, for such a place is reserved for your uncorking highness! If you ever want to spare a thought for why I think I cannot afford to share your corner–which I know for sure your highness shouldn’t bother to, and even if you did, I am sure your highness has the brains only to read the lines as published–here are some of my thoughts. Continue reading →