God was Murdered

Kids in Love with NitWit Life is fickle. Death is certain. Letters are eternal. Love is thunderstorm. I’m getting old as the mountains — so before some mothafucker shoots me dead in the midst of a cold shower, I gotta tell these 7 betches-&-basterds why I love ‘em more than Hannibal loves eating Humans. [ P . S . I already feel deeply ungrateful not to write  to at least another 27 humans {if I’ve written a letter to you, you are one of those 27} who’ve been ridiculously kind to me & made my ordinary life beautiful. I hope —if you’re one of those 27— you’ll forgive me for my graceless ingratitude. ] ————— [ — There is no love ranking — All 7 names appear alphabetically — ] Mom I gotta say at the onset that I haven’t put my Mom here for sentimental reasons. I don’t care for sentiments. Mom & I don’t even get along all that well. Like 99.97% humans born in India, she was also, like You & I, raised to be racist, inelegant, delusional, unartistic & prudish. And ap

Life is fickle . Death is certain. Letters are eternal. Love is thunderstorm. I’m getting old as the mountains — so before some mothafucker shoots me dead in the midst of a cold shower, I gotta tell these 7 betches-&-basterds why I love ‘em more than Hannibal loves eating Humans. [ P . S . I already feel deeply ungrateful not to write to at least another 27 humans {if I’ve written a letter to you, you are one of those 27} who’ve been ridiculously kind to me & made my ordinary life beautiful. I hope —if you’re one of those 27— you’ll forgive me for my graceless ingratitude. ] ————— [ — There is no love ranking — All 7 names appear alphabetically — ] Börsha I had seen her, spoken with her in 2009, but I really met her on 14 th March 2010. When I first met her, we sat, for hours, on a park bench at Priya —Vasant Vihar, once a legendary open hotspot in Delhi [before glitzy Malls destroyed everything open ]. After my wedding fell apart in 2006, my heart went into coma — my he

Baba & Me with  Lal & Kim Jong-un on the TV ;) [ Ahmedabad ,   2006 ] Life is fickle. Death is certain. Letters are eternal. Love is thunderstorm. I’m getting old as the mountains — so before some mothafucker shoots me dead in the midst of a cold shower, I gotta tell these 7 betches-&-basterds why I love ‘em more than Hannibal loves eating Humans. [ P . S .   I already feel deeply  ungrateful  not to write  to at least another 27 humans {if I’ve written a letter to you,  you   are  one of those 27} who’ve been ridiculously kind to me & made my ordinary life beautiful. I hope —if you’re one of those 27— you’ll forgive me for my graceless ingratitude. ] ————— [ — There is  no  love ranking — All 7 names appear  alphabetically — ] Baba 2005 — The year of the greatest Ashes ever & also the year I fell in love, proposed, & got engaged. 2006 — After my wedding at Niagara Falls fell apart, I decided to do the honorable thing: Disappear.  I ran away —of all the places

“Adversity doesn’t bring out the best in you. It simply shows you who you truly are.” “Religion is nothing but a joke that went too far.” “We all were once a baby. We all will soon be a corpse.” “There are no happy endings — just happy in-betweens.” “Everything is fictional — especially the truth.” "If you haven't written a letter to someone you love, have you really loved?” "Peace is elusive. Mostly, we are in pieces." "If my dreams don't include creating happiness for people other than myself & my loved ones, then my dreams are worthless & my existence is an absolute waste." "Love is like a baby — it loves you madly, then it grows up & leaves, but it never truly leaves.” “Humans are super desperate to be monied, pretty & recognized." "The world, as we see it, is an imagination, and everything in it is magic." "Take away my eyes & I'll find a way to read. Take away my hands & I'll find a way