Their coloured dresses,
His nostalgic eyes,
Holi playing kids,
. .
20 years into being an alumnus of college. Passing by it, reminded him of friends, long lost in competitions.
. .
There are something money can’t buy.
Dad asked son where he was going.
Son replied: “Out with a friend.”
“Boy or girl?”, teased father.
*Silence*
The extra second of spray from the deodorant answered dad’s question.
She believed in Santa Claus.
He didn’t.
.
.
.
Next morning when the 4-year old jumping in joy holding the new dollhouse, her father thought ‘I can get the tests done next month, when I get the bonus.’
One friend blew bubble, while the other blew smoke rings.
. . .
Childhood nostalgia remained an ache in one’s heart, while the other’s heart never stopped aching.
He shared a message on internet for homosexual equality and felt proud.
Going in the office, his equalitarian mind ticked off on viewing a guy wearing a pink shirt.