Grammar Gang

“Do you think you would make sense without Me? I don’t think so.” Noun said.

“And do you Think you would, without me?” Verb questioned.

“But I am what I am. I don’t need to use you.” Noun said.

“Well, I think you just Did.” Verb was prompt to respond.

“So what; You used me too. Hunh!” Noun shrugged.

“Stop it guys. You both are Boring frames on the wall without my Awesome company.” Adjective jumped into the word-war-one.
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The Usual Hero


Some wise men, the elderly, once told me – the day would come when all the efforts I had put in to make you joyous would be disregarded in a jiffy. I didn’t believe them. But they had a reason to be confident of what they cautioned me. They had been there. They knew how it must feel to be overshadowed by some strangers who would swoop in from nowhere and take away all your sweat in a snap of fingers. Continue reading “The Usual Hero”

11 Things You Didn’t Know About The “N : X” Blogs


Let’s hire a spy to snoop another spy snooping someone else.
Let’s pick up an eraser and rub out the writing on another eraser.
Let’s make a python swallow itself starting from its own tail.
Let’s pickup a magnifying glass and zoom at the other magnifying glass.
Let’s shoot a bullet!

It would be fun, I thought. What do you say? Shall we? Continue reading “11 Things You Didn’t Know About The “N : X” Blogs”

Slow Death

You are on a date.

You look handsome, she looks pretty.
She is smart and you are witty.

It is going perfect. You had a romantic candle light dinner under the moonless starry sky followed by a tender dance. Welcoming romantic gestures surfaced on her face every once in a while.

You are driving back. You hardly hear what she is saying because fantasies have engaged your senses.

You don’t know for sure why, but you have a feeling that this could be “The Night”.

She plays with her hair while she invites you to her place; if you could hang out for a little while. She has already told you that she lives alone. Her mischievous smile and a tongue rolling on her pink lips reveal her plan.

As your fantasy takes wings and begins to fulfill, your excitement starts exhibiting through your stammer.

Hesitant on the outside, you say, ‘Yeah, Sure.’ while you drool inside.

You border on her place located in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

And Bam! An emergency alarm goes off in your head. Continue reading “Slow Death”



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