I am writing on a serious topic today, so I will deep dive right into it and will keep it short. You know that song,
Mere same wali Khidki me ek Chand ka tukda rehta hai..
It is the same with me, but the one living in front of me can be tagged as a Dukhda more than a Tukda. First of all, she thinks everyone around her is deaf, so her voice shakes through my room as if she is shouting right at my ear. And then, she talks to some other ladies of the same species, right down in the street saying, “Ho, aajkal ki ladkia bilkul sehen ni krti”.
Translation: Girls now a days do not tolerate at all.
Well, damn right we don’t. Why should we? Why should anyone tolerate shit for that matter, be it a boy or a girl. They will not even tolerate such comments for that matter, so she better watch out for some garbage landing right in her balcony. As I doom scroll social media, I read about the countries being sanctioned and I so envy Donald Trump. How satisfying it must be to have this kind of power: I dream myself saying, I don’t like you, here are some sanctions as a return gift.
“Ek sanction to in Aunty par phi banta hai, Mr. President.”