THE BLEEDING STITCHES

 ---------------------------------------------------------- (A rant) ‘Animal cruelty’ has hit me on many emotional levels now. I am in desperate need of answers, to be honest. Even you might have been in my place someday, isn’t it? If you ask me, I really don’t want to sit paralyzed, on my couch, and wonder why I feel so awful, and why doesn’t the world change itself. I wish I could stop myself from shutting my mouth in front of some cold-blooded, ruthless and heartless people who just live for themselves and have been surrendered to their greed of snatching away precious lives.   I don’t want people, around me, who always try to understand me, to tell me, “what can we, do dear…people have always been this way. You can’t change anything”. Ugh……. I just wish I wasn’t suffocated by the thought that my own people, who feel petrified to see some cruelty visuals, who, then, are always caught up by the same thought of ‘why doesn’t the world change’, who comfort me at thos...

.  .  .  .  “Aye arre Kimaya, jara wahase uth aur life mein kabhi toh kaam kar re, dinbhar padi rehti hai….aur aalas toh aapka matlab alag level pe hai. 😂 ” Aye khajoor arre chup kar yaar log kya sochenge bhai mere baare mein! Aur kripaya mere blogs se tu door hi rahe toh theek. . Jaa ab get lost. Nalayak kahika… . . . Ohhhh.. aap.. aa bhi gaye!? Arre yaar…well, ab…. yeh drama…. dekh hi liya hai toh….ughhh… ab iss pagal ka intro bhi toh dena mangta hai na yaar. Toh here, ladies and gentlemen, who we have, is khajoor , a new, entirely fictional character, a new entrant in my blogs. Or just read that as, aisa koyi jo Kimaya ki jam ke nikalega.   Lekin kyun?   Arre bass yunhi, thoda aapko bhi accha lagega na!😐😆   Ohkay so without any further pagalpanti, let’s cut to the chase. . Arre nahi main sacchi serious ho rahi! . Toh, I was asking,   Ever wondered what your colour is?     Exactly favou...

  “Pappa please!” “No beta, you’re too young for a dog! And ever, if we really were to have one, I would say, adopt one instead of buying.” “Adopt?” “No pappaaaaaa I want a niiiiceeeee clean-clean cuteeeeee doggie!” And still he won’t listen to me. I puffed up, a ball of red, and ran my way to that little corner, all with a nice, about-to-reach-the-ground frown , as if I were on a strike, like “ humaari maange poori karo ”. And who can forget that puppy dog face we make when we want something. Arre, hume kam draamebaaz mat samjho aap. Not-so surprisingly, my puppy dog face worked, as I could tactically let my vision out of my eyes and trace my dad’s facial lines, “Ohkay…….fine…..we’ll take a dog” “khushhhhhh?????????” I jumped up so damn high I could’ve literally hit my head on the ceiling, as if my home was a trampoline park. No really, so high. … Seriously. “Yeayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Papa, Labrador ha! please please please!!!!” ...