In Pursuit of Love

End to a perfect day Outside the car, I wait Are we meeting as friends or is this our very first date I was puzzled what to wear I decided my trusty black shirt and messy hair Winter blossoms and winds get cold Uncertain as to what this evening might hold Then she appears, radiating as she walks Her voice so child-like when she talks I open the door and she smiles again From there on our special night begins Little anxious, I understood she was nervous Hair in a knot, legs crossed looking serene on the surface I believe my words were flattering as I described her what I thought I couldn't lie she looked gorgeous in the moonlit dark Then her pink lips turned to a familiar smile On that face, my eyes kept fixated for a while The knot opens, she lets down her hair Forgive my manners, I can’t help but stare It must have been rude, so I started stealing glances Who knew we would connect so easily, what were the chances I notice the little glint in her eyes ...

My name is Mojo Jojo You may find it strange but I am a dog writing this article. Yes, a full grown pug. My name is Mojo Jojo, and bitches love my name, I mean the other female dogs. Usually I would write interesting things like how I stared at the wall all day and I almost caught my tail today, but I wanted to talk about my owners. Rana and Sheetal. I am talking about them because they forgot to feed me yesterday.  It began last night when they were watching television and this old wrinkled lady came on the screen and talked about women rights and feminism. I didn't understood much but, I could see that Sheetal was not happy. Rana made a joke about how all feminist are also unattractive lesbians. I barked and laughed, but I didn't get the joke. This led to an argument between these them, and Rana slept with me in the other room.

          Save My Lehenga                  It was the month of February, and I had been attending numerous marriages. Moreover, after enjoying the laughs, the pictures, and some delicious and some diarrhoea causing food, I realised something: When a girl is getting married, or going to her best friend's marriage, she does not care about anything other than her dresses and jewellery. And I have two stories to prove my point.