Story Baba

"Umm...excuse me! Can you please help? I was just passing by, and an idiot pinned me on this board. I mean...who does that to a tweet!"

Little bird chewing on tiny moths grew up quickly. It could talk, sing, yell and cry, but only until a glitch in the matrix that turned her into a robot called X.

My skill picked his sword gracefully, stepped forward, displayed few amazing moves, lost his balance, and sliced my confidence into two pieces.

Mrs. William combed her son's hair, tied his shoes, adjusted his tie, wore him suit, and momma's boy kept crying, I don't want to get married.

Took a deep breath and a sharp spin. Turned myself into a panda. My kids giggled. But then a stare from my wife got me back to being an ass.

After days, I got out of my house. The virus was gone, people were recovering, but nothing would undo the damage caused by Valentine's Day.

“Marry me! I will make you feel like a princess.” I told Olivia. “Sure! Umm...go stand in the queue.” “What? there is no queue.” “Oh God!!...Then arrange for one.”

I was very lonely. So I invited Jane over. She came and sanitised me first. Then locked me inside my own bedroom, punishing me for imagining her.

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.

I searched the inbox, its subfolders, junk and trash, but couldn't find the unread thought in my brain I had marked 'important' a while ago.

A sheep saw a stop sign, and stopped. The rest followed. They halted for hours, until one gathered courage to move, and got hit by a car.

"You performed flawless today. Audience loved it." He said raising a toast. "But Master, am I REALLY a non-living thing?" His puppet asked.

My job is to rescue. Every night I put my life in danger, break through scary lockers, and rescue poor diamonds imprisoned by greedy humans.

Number 7 is unlucky for me. That's the number of drinks I had, before I went to propose her. Things went drastically wrong. She said 'yes'.

Unable to tolerate a couple's nonsense conversation any longer, a coffee mug jumped off the table to suicide, shattering itself into pieces.

My creative little brain stood by the edge of a cliff, took a deep breath, unfurled the wings of imagination and scratched its itchy armpits.

@bvlkr Love!!!

@Story_Baba Well you have to think of your fan base as well ...

You broke up with me. I wrote you an apology letter for all my mistakes, like spraying a scent on this letter, you’re fatally allergic to.

@bhargav_kaka Thank you buddy! Pehle is duniya mein tha. Ab gayab hoon for stories.

@Story_Baba Welcome back Baba.. itne din kahan gayab ho gaye the?

I saw you. Rushed to my house to open that iron box, I'd locked love inside. It was empty. May be love'd already sneaked out looking for me.

@TrooPicture Been on a journey, I guess. But the path was round. :D

@Story_Baba Where have you been? Sneaked out like your love from the box?

@bvlkr I thought twitter wanted a break up.. back with a letter though.

@Story_Baba Dude ....why you broke up with Twitter ?????

@JayasreeVijayan Yes all stories. Give them a chance at bed time once. You never know, what they might bring you!!!

@Story_Baba You followed me once I followed you back !! One day I realised that you unfollow me !! What I have to do next ? All stories ? !