The Itch

This itch I swear.  It shall be the death of me.  I fear sometimes, that it will come with me to the grave.  I shall be all of six feet under, my family weeping their goodbyes.  And right then, when the angels of death, truly terrifying creatures that we know that they are, their eyes…

My Artsy Dreams

“You think that you change clay. But I think clay changes you” Nowadays, this is the kind of sentence that I repeat a few times a day like it is a medical prescription.  This is because I have suddenly become an artist.  It happened over the weekend.  When I walked by chance into a curious…

Why that Bimbo Smart

Bimbo is someone I have often seen at many work places.  Of course, she’s Indian, probably Punjabi, I dunno, long black locks of hair, luscious lips, and white skin, the works.  The kind of girl who is pretty because she firmly believes it and takes enough selfies to prove it.  Obviously, she’s no friend of…