“INSPIRATION
STRIKES IN THE MOST CURIOUS WAYS.”
DEDICATED TO: all the poor creatures who go through what is
described below, for the better part of their life.
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Dear single jersey,
I know its only too unfair to call you
“dear”, since my affection towards you has been very lean these days.
You have been, it seems, heavily prejudiced
towards me in matters of the mind. Do I not give you the tender cutting you
require? Or do I not fold thee accordingly?
You are the most crumpled thing I have seen
after my aunt’s heavily botox-ed face and I must admit, I do not quite like it.
You fill me with ardent and inappropriate
rage, so much so that I feel the need to tear out my hair sometimes, or
throttle the guy working next to me.
However I have been dismissing both of the aforesaid, for I have no
intention of either going bald or to the jail.
Your elasticity though, is still the stuff
of my horrid nightmares. I suppose you have been lectured about the benefits of
being flexible, like all of us tormented souls. But so much of it , single, is
going to poison people, trust me. You will argue that spandex-ed asses and the
tightly stretched dresses that showed more than what was desired were hot stuff
in the 90’s and that it was you, who brought it in vogue. But the 90’s have
forgone ages ago and it is my vapid desire that you do so too. Believe me, a
lot of young and restless souls will be at peace.
Now it is only logical that you will defend
yourself with the utmost furore and in need of dire revenge stretch even more
gloriously( if it is possible).
To that I say, stretch away Single! Stretch
all you want to, for I have fallen out of love with you, and shall henceforth
avoid all forms of communication. May we meet never again!
Farewell Single.
A bereft and miserable soul.
All rights @abhilasha tyagi
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