Pounding The Keyboard

       She was a famous influencer, he was an ordinary blue-collar worker.      She had a million plus followers on Instagram, he had twelve.      She was twenty-four, he was twenty-seven.      He was one of her followers on Instagram and he religiously liked her posts and watched her stories, but he doubted if she even knew he existed.      But he truly liked her.      He would screen record all her videos on her Instagram Story and watch it repeatedly. She would dance, sometimes sing, or recite poems on her videos. She would also nonchalantly talk about the things she just bought, the books she had just read, the songs that made her happy, the food she just ate, or how she loved the sunlight permeating inside her room.      He would watch them while he was at work, while he was at home eating lunch or dinner, he would watch them...

             There are those who are still trying to wrap their head around on how a lot of people, whose hearts are hardened when it comes to love, would be so agog when it comes to Valentine’s Day, celebrating it like it’s the best occasion in the world, buying gifts and everything that has to do with celebrating the romantic occasion. People who for many years refuses to be in a romantic relationship, who don’t entertain and immediately drive away admirers and suitors; people who don’t believe that love is all about trust, sacrifices and risks and who think that embracing love should only mean lying in a bed of roses—but are the flag-bearers of Valentine’s Day.      But then, there are atheists who are agog when it comes to Christmas. Jesus? No, certainly not the Son of God because, well, there’s no God. Bible? It’s a book written by idiots and has lots of loopholes and unbelievable fantastical stories. Noah’s Ar...

       A few weeks ago, I got a bit drawn to watching these motorcycle crashes reels (from different countries) which appeared every now and then on my social media feeds, and I found myself being wickedly gratified. No, these aren’t those motorcycle crashes where people ride their motorbikes normally to go to their destination and unfortunately suffer an accident, but motorcycle crashes where the riders are doing some exhibitions (they aren’t going anywhere but just showing off their mad motorcycle skills in a road full of innocent motorists and pedestrians) without any protective gears.      A lot of these riders have suffered major injuries while showing off, some even died (imagine getting off balance without a helmet while riding a speeding motorcycle; the pavement would surely gladly welcome your head and crack them).     Evel Knievel, at least, wore a helmet.      And then just this morning, I s...