He Who Must Not Be dead :

As soon as I had finished the seventh book of harry potter, I felt a rage followed by a deep sadness for the fall of the dark lord. I was definitely too late to get this news. I couldn't now just pop up in hell and say a howdy to dark lord. I could imagine how disappointed he might be with me. I sat on a chair and started thinking about him. Slowly I went in to the deep memories of our good times.
I and Voldemort had known each other for long time. I was always a huge fan of his dark magic and the way he treated those who came across his way. Of course, he and I were great buddies too for we shared a similar sense of darkness inside.

laffaazz 2.0- the dork knight rises

When I came up with the idea of this blog, I thought it was going to be too good of a humour that overnight I’ll become a name every cyber bug would remember. The reality graced me with kindness sooner than I imagined and I realised I am just too good to be a success. I realised that I was so funny inside that nothing funny could come out. My words won’t do justice to my talent and if anybody needs a proof of work to appreciate me, he might have to wait till his own departure.
There was no way this blog could achieve what I, as a person deserve. Yes you can blame it on the limitation of language.
Sometimes I share the passion of a religious leader, who wants to make others believe on things he believes, without giving reason worth a peanut. “It’s for their own good!!” his mind would scream.  Same way I am more than just convinced with my own greatness, when it comes to my humour, style, and thoughts. I never gave a substantial proof in my write-ups but don't I believe it myself!!

very short (love) story

Oh I love the idea of this love story. A boy, who was lost in his own world, sees a girl and just can’t stop himself looking at her ever since. He hovers around pretending that he is simply there for some reason. Everything in his life takes a backseat. He gets up early to catch her morning face, and he waits for night to see her in moon. He moves around her home hoping that no one notices, yet he walks slowly- God let her know I exist!  He doesn't name his feelings, but I know that he has some.

And she stands there. Like the sweetest child of nature. Eyes so lost and smile so beautiful. She also plays her  part quite well. No one knows why she stands there, if not just to catch some air. No one can know, and neither they should. The neighborhood is small, and nothing is personal.