1. A classroom in which a shy guy is being taunted by a friend for not admitting his love for someone. The guy might be shy but being subtly aware of the filth under the institutions of love and marriage he hides his smile. Deep inside his heart. In crystal palace.

2. Sutras are sewn by Bramha the creator. A stitch here and a pattern there and seamstress is no more in stress. She owns the town and sewing machine and the Sun, Moon and infinity.

3. Psychic mediums make fun of Godse, Gandhi, Bhagwa and nation state, in the garb of do gooders, wearing Khaki; or are they journalists? A little dark humor does no harm right? Neither does a news about a virus which exists only in the limbic lizard brain and is a tool to enforce new world order of being a slave for those very services which were available to you naturally at once. And there is no guarantee:

At house, its owner is one deep into prostitution.

Its lazy caretakers don’t know naturopathy. Can’t heal themselves. They hoard and hoard while millions burn.

In locality everyone is a chief minister, prime minister and police officer just because they whored themselves out prior to you. They put Tilak on forehead and spit on other passers-by. Just because they are strolling.

Bigger pimps have sold your freedom and nation state to a few rich people for a few dollars more.

What are the trinkets:

A few games. Virtual reality and electrical items. Electronic junk increasing day by day. Landlords and street lords then goons owning rooms and gullies. It doesn’t end. Because human idiocy is infinite according to Einstein.

I went outside to throw some garbage and found restless pigs. They’re always hungry. So many of them. Proliferation.

A member of municipality had announced to get rid of all pigs from this town. It was published in Dainik Bhaskar, many months ago. No action.

If pigs aren’t there with their big snouts : who would eat shit? In softer words: who would wipe the wet garbage out?

If I was powerful enough: I would have burned all hierarchies down. In a zilch. Without thinking.

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