My Love Story

By Patsy

He was my childhood friend. I can't remember how exactly we met, but he was always around. They always talked about him and pushed me towards him and made sure he followed me everywhere. It caught on. I kinda built my life around him. I knew what he liked and disliked, and we talked every morning and night before I went to bed. He was mummy's ideal man for me.

But I grew up.

The Congenital Remnants of "Seize The Bae"

2015 started with a flash bang. It seemed almost everyone had gotten tired of being the "singularity" in the paired, rib-by-rib, universe that is our world.

"Seize the bae!!"

It was the echo of frustrations which yearned for release. No more, would one walk on the roads seeing a muliplex of oscultating lips at every corner and dark walkways. One must be auscultating too!

No more, would one get jealous when a roommate gets a phone call and keeps on it for hours on end. One must annoy a roommate with mushy love talk as well!

No more, would one pine seeing couples left, right and center holding hands that seemed like they were made for each other. One must latch on to the nearest hand too. If the hand wasn't free, you would free it by force!

Seize the bae!