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Romeo and Juliet, both walked while texting, with their gaze glued to their phone. Crossed each other without noticing and never met again.
MICRO STROIES
Drunk, I filled my wine bottle with problems. Lobbed it far in a sea. Felt good. Morning, woke up at the beach, and the bottle slept beside.
The rabbit was way ahead of the lazy turtle. But just an Inch before the winning mark, somewhere far, a magician pulled him out of his hat.
An amazing day came to an end. Everybody left. At peace, I sat down to open gifts and letters, they left inside my coffin before burying me.
I unwrapped all of my problems, popped them in my mouth, chewed well for long, and spit them away. Later, found them sticking to my shoe.
The mime artist loaded his imaginary pistol, blew his own head off, and fell on the stage. The audience laughed, until the blood appeared.
Who is Story Baba?
I meditated in Himalayas for decades. Detaching myself from worldly success,
I emerged as Baba. Then one fine day,
I saw Twitter.
Why stories?
I left home in search of peace. Walked around the city and found a secret cave, filled with short stories. I've been living here ever since.
Why 140 characters?
"140 characters is the limit." She said. "But baby... that's too less to explain why I write them!" He said.
"Now 87 left."
#READER'S LOVE
"Why didn't you tell me that you're a dwarf?" She asked him on a blind date. "Why didn't you tell me that you aren't?" The dwarf questioned.
Met your parents on a formal dinner. Your father was a kind host; he kept refilling my glass with the finest insults, and I drank them neat.
I wrote a love letter to you. Kept it at your door step, and hid behind a tree. You opened the door and left, checking emails on your phone.
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