Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his Satire The Cost of Not Insuring!. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 18 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Cost of Not Insuring ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In a small town nestled in the heart of India, there was a man named Hari who had never understood the allure of insurance. He believed that life was a gamble, and he preferred to play it without any safety nets. His friends, however, often warned him about the dangers of such recklessness. “You should get insurance,” they would say. “It’s essential.”

Hari would scoff at their advice. “Insurance is just a scam to make people pay for something they’ll never use,” he would retort. His skepticism was as thick as the fog that rolled over the town every morning.

One day, Hari was traveling by train, an experience he loathed as much as he disliked insurance. The creaky old coach was filled with the typical assortment of travelers, each lost in their own world. Hari, trying to make the best of it, found a spot by the window and settled in, his grumbling about the inefficiencies of the railway system creating a minor distraction.

As the train rattled along, Hari’s attention was drawn to a young man in a sharply pressed suit, who appeared to be selling insurance policies to the passengers. The young man was relentless, his pitch a well-oiled machine of promises and reassurances.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” he began, with a flourish. “Are you prepared for the unexpected? Do you have insurance? If not, you might want to reconsider!”

Hari rolled his eyes. “Another insurance peddler,” he muttered. But the young man’s enthusiasm was unrelenting. “Take it from me,” he continued, “insurance is like a safety net. It’s there when you need it the most. Ever heard of the phrase, ‘Prevention is better than cure’? Well, insurance is prevention!”

Hari, irritated by the intrusion, snapped back, “I’m perfectly fine without insurance. I’m more worried about this train breaking down than my life.”

The young man, undeterred, leaned in and said, “Ah, but imagine if this train were to break down and you didn’t have insurance. The trouble, the heartache! Isn’t it better to be prepared?”

Just then, the train lurched violently. Hari’s face turned ashen as he glanced out the window and saw the tracks leading into a dense forest. The train screeched to a halt. The young man’s face lit up with a knowing smile. “Looks like we’ve had a bit of a hiccup. But don’t worry, this is exactly why you need insurance. It’s the safety net you don’t realize you need until it’s too late.”

As panic spread through the carriage, Hari’s unease grew. The young man’s words seemed to take on a new, ominous weight. “You see,” the young man continued, “insurance is like a guardian angel. It’s there, silently protecting you.”

Suddenly, two men in masks burst into the compartment. They brandished knives, demanding everyone’s valuables. The entire train car erupted in chaos. Hari, caught between disbelief and terror, found himself paralyzed. The masked men moved swiftly, collecting wallets and purses.

The young insurance salesman, unfazed, continued his pitch even in the midst of the heist. “And this, my friends, is why insurance is essential. If you had it, you’d be protected even from situations like these!”

Hari, his hands trembling, pulled out his meager savings—a few coins and a train ticket—and handed them over. The robbers, clearly unimpressed, scoffed and moved on. Hari’s heart raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. The young salesman, still grinning, added, “Well, at least you didn’t lose everything. Remember, insurance is there to cushion the blow.”

As the robbers left and the train resumed its journey, Hari was left in a daze. The young man approached him with a pat on the back. “See? It’s all about being prepared. You should really consider getting insurance for the future. It might just save you from more than you think.”

Hari, too shaken to respond, simply nodded. The train arrived at the next station, and Hari quickly exited, desperate to escape the bizarre ordeal. The young salesman’s voice followed him, “Don’t forget to insure your loved ones, chacha! They’ll need it too!”

Hari walked away, the weight of the encounter heavy on his shoulders. He realized that he had survived the ordeal, but at what cost? The irony of the situation was not lost on him. He had been saved from the immediate threat but was left with an unsettling feeling about the insurance salesman’s relentless pitch.

A few weeks later, Hari’s life took a tragic turn. A severe accident left him with mounting medical bills, and his savings were quickly depleted. He found himself in a desperate situation, without the safety net he had so long dismissed. The irony was cruel; the insurance salesman’s words echoed in his mind as he struggled to cope with the harsh reality of his circumstances.

Hari’s story became a cautionary tale in the town, a reminder of the unpredictable nature of life and the role that preparedness—or the lack thereof—plays in our lives. As Harishankar Parsai once said, “Life is a series of unfortunate events, and the best we can do is laugh at the absurdity of it all.” Hari’s laughter had long since faded, leaving him to ponder the lessons learned too late.

The tragedy of Hari’s life was not merely in the loss he faced but in the realization that the simple wisdom he had once dismissed had become his harsh reality. The irony of the insurance salesman’s final words haunted him as he faced the bitter end of his journey, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of being prepared for its uncertainties.

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© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his Satire 𝓟𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂, 𝓸𝓱 𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂!. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 17 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ 𝓟𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂, 𝓸𝓱 𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂! ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Poverty, oh poverty, what a dear friend you are to us! You never fail to make an appearance in our lives, always there to remind us of our humble beginnings and how well we have managed to stay connected to you through the years. Your presence has become so familiar to us that we couldn’t imagine life without you.

Yes, my fellow comrades in poverty, let us revel in our shared misfortune and bask in the glory of our empty wallets and rumbling bellies. For who needs material wealth and worldly possessions when we have the richness of our poverty to sustain us?

In our dear country, poverty is not just a fact of life, it’s practically a way of life. The government may claim to have various poverty alleviation programs in place, but let’s face it, they are about as effective as a broken dam in a drought-stricken desert.

The irony of our situation is truly something to behold. We live in a land of plenty, where the elite flaunt their wealth like peacocks displaying their feathers, while we, the impoverished masses, scrounge around for leftovers like hungry street dogs.

Oh, how we must admire the ingenuity of our leaders who have managed to turn poverty into an art form. They make grand speeches about eradicating poverty, all the while lining their pockets with the sweat and tears of the downtrodden.

But fear not, my fellow paupers, for we have our own unique set of skills to survive in this harsh world. We have mastered the art of stretching a dollar further than a rubber band, of making a meal out of scraps that others would discard without a second thought.

And let us not forget the endless entertainment that poverty provides us with. Who needs cable television when we have the spectacle of politicians squabbling like greedy children over the crumbs of our meager existence?

Yes, poverty may rob us of material comforts, but it has gifted us with a keen sense of humor. We laugh in the face of adversity, knowing that we are stronger than any obstacle that life may throw our way.

So let us stand tall, my dear friends, for we are the true warriors in this battle against poverty. Let the rich wallow in their excess while we revel in our simplicity. Let them hoard their treasures while we share the wealth of our poverty with each other.

And as we navigate the treacherous waters of life, let us remember the immortal words of our esteemed leader, “Let them eat cake!” For we are the masters of our own destiny, the champions of our own fate.

So let us raise a toast to poverty, our constant companion and faithful friend. May we continue to embrace its challenges and triumph over its obstacles, for we are the warriors of the underclass, the champions of the downtrodden, the conquerors of poverty!

𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓾𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓱𝔂𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂  –

– Living in poverty is like being a contestant on a never-ending game show where the prize is a lifetime supply of struggle and hardship.

– Poverty is the great equalizer, ensuring that no matter how much money you have, you can always feel like you’re one missed paycheck away from disaster.

– They say money can’t buy happiness, but poverty can definitely rent out misery on a daily basis.

– Poverty is like a bad roommate that refuses to leave, constantly making a mess of your life and never chipping in for rent.

– The only thing more reliable than taxes is poverty, always there to remind you that your bank account is just a sad reflection of your existence.

– Being poor is a full-time job with zero benefits and a retirement plan that consists of hoping you’ll hit the jackpot in the lottery of life.

– Poverty is the gift that keeps on giving, like a never-ending subscription to a misery magazine that nobody wants to read.

– They say money talks, but poverty screams louder and with a more annoying voice that never seems to shut up.

– Poverty is like a bad tattoo that you can’t remove, a constant reminder of past mistakes and poor decisions.

– They say laughter is the best medicine, but when poverty is the punchline, it’s more like a bitter pill that’s hard to swallow.

– Poverty is the ultimate test of patience, like waiting in line at the DMV while your life falls apart around you.

– They say you can’t take it with you when you go, but poverty ensures that you won’t have anything to take even if you wanted to.

– Being poor is like being stuck in a never-ending traffic jam, always moving forward but never getting anywhere.

– Poverty is like a dark cloud that follows you everywhere, raining on your parade and ruining any hope of sunshine in your life.

– They say money can’t buy love, but poverty ensures that you’ll never have the chance to find out.

– Poverty is the great leveler, ensuring that no matter how rich or powerful you are, you can always feel like life is just one disaster away from falling apart.

– They say life is what you make of it, but poverty ensures that you’ll be stuck with the cheapest ingredients and the worst recipe.

– Being poor is like trying to swim upstream in a river of debt, always struggling against the current and never getting ahead.

– Poverty is like a bad addiction that’s impossible to kick, always there to tempt you with a quick fix and a lifetime of regrets.

– They say the best things in life are free, but poverty ensures that you’ll never be able to afford them.

– Poverty is the ultimate reality check, like a harsh wake-up call that reminds you that dreams are for those who can afford to sleep.

– They say money can’t buy happiness, but poverty ensures that you’ll never know for sure.

– Being poor is like living in a house of cards, always on the verge of collapse and never sure if the next gust of wind will be your last.

– Poverty is like a broken record that keeps playing the same sad song on repeat, never letting you forget how out of tune your life really is.

– They say that life is a journey, but poverty ensures that you’ll never have enough gas money to get where you’re going.

– Poverty is like a bad haircut that you’re stuck with forever, a constant reminder of past mistakes and poor choices.

– They say that the best things in life are worth waiting for, but poverty ensures that you’ll spend your whole life waiting and never getting anywhere.

– Being poor is like trying to run a marathon with one leg tied behind your back, always struggling against the odds and never reaching the finish line.

– Poverty is like a bad case of food poisoning, always leaving you feeling sick and never satisfied with what life has to offer.

– They say that life is a gift, but poverty ensures that you’ll never be able to afford the wrapping paper, let alone the present inside.

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© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his Satire Behold the Mighty Over-Loaded Auto: A Hilarious Adventure in Absurdity. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 16 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Behold the Mighty Over-Loaded Auto: A Hilarious Adventure in Absurdity ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

He sat behind the wheel of his trusty old auto, a beast of burden that had seen better days. The poor vehicle creaked and groaned under the weight of its passengers and cargo, but the driver paid no mind. He was a man on a mission, determined to cram as many people and items into his already over-loaded auto as possible.

The auto itself was a sight to behold, with its sagging suspension and battered exterior. It looked like it had been through a war, and in a way, it had. It had fought valiantly against the forces of gravity and common sense, bravely carrying its heavy burden from one destination to another. But on this particular day, it seemed to be on the verge of surrender.

The driver, oblivious to the protests of his struggling vehicle, continued to load it up with more and more passengers. They squeezed into every available inch of space, their laughter mingling with the ominous creaks and groans of the straining auto. It was a scene straight out of a slapstick comedy, with people hanging out of windows and clinging to the roof for dear life.

But the driver was undeterred. He saw no problem with cramming his auto full to bursting, confident in his ability to navigate the streets despite the fact that he could barely see over the mountain of bodies in front of him. It was a feat of sheer willpower and determination, and he was determined to see it through to the end.

As the auto lurched and swayed under the weight of its cargo, the driver chuckled to himself. He had always prided himself on his ability to pack a crowd into his vehicle, and today was no exception. He had outdone himself this time, breaking his own record for the most over-loaded auto in town.

But as the auto rounded a corner at breakneck speed, disaster struck. The overloaded vehicle tipped precariously to one side, threatening to spill its human cargo onto the street below. Panic ensued as passengers clung to each other for support, their screams echoing through the air.

But the driver was quick to act. With a deft maneuver, he managed to right the auto and bring it to a screeching halt. His passengers tumbled out of the vehicle, gasping for breath and clutching their chests in relief. It was a narrow escape, but they had survived the ordeal with only a few bruises and a newfound respect for the laws of physics.

As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, the driver surveyed the scene with a smug smile. He had proven once again that he was the undisputed king of the over-loaded auto, a master of mayhem and madness on the streets of the city. He basked in the adulation of his passengers, who hailed him as a hero for his daring exploits. 

But deep down, he knew that he had pushed his luck too far this time. The auto was barely holding together, its engine wheezing and coughing like an old man on his deathbed. It was clear that it could not withstand another journey of such epic proportions, and the driver knew that it was time to retire his trusty steed.

And so, with a heavy heart and a tear in his eye, he bid farewell to his faithful auto, a true warrior in the battle against common sense. It had served him well over the years, but its time had come to an end. As he watched it drive away for the last time, he knew that he would never forget the wild ride they had shared together.

And so, the legend of the over-loaded auto lived on, a cautionary tale of greed and folly in a world gone mad. But for the driver and his passengers, it would always be a source of laughter and joy, a memory to cherish for a lifetime. And who knows? Perhaps one day, he would find another trusty steed to carry him on new adventures, and the cycle of madness would begin anew.

But for now, he was content to stand on the sidewalk and watch as the overloaded auto disappeared into the distance, a battered and broken relic of a bygone era. And as he walked away, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the absurdity of it all. After all, who needs common sense when you have an overloaded auto and a sense of humor to match?

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© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his Satire The Guru’s Empty Promise. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 15 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Guru’s Empty Promise ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In a tiny, run-down village in rural India, there lived a man named Ramu who was constantly plagued by the curse of poverty. His thatched roof hut barely protected him from the harsh elements, and his family often went to bed hungry, their stomachs grumbling with hunger. Ramu worked tirelessly as a farmer, tilling the barren land with his rusty plow in the hopes of producing a meager harvest to sustain his family.

One day, Ramu decided that enough was enough. He was tired of living in squalor while the rich landowners in the neighboring villages lived in luxury. He had heard stories of a mystical guru who claimed to possess the power to rid people of their poverty. Desperate for a change in his fortune, Ramu set off on a journey to find the guru.

After trekking through dense forests and crossing treacherous rivers, Ramu finally arrived at the guru’s abode. The guru, a portly man with a twinkle in his eye, welcomed Ramu with open arms and promised to help him overcome his poverty. Ramu was overjoyed and believed that his troubles were finally coming to an end.

The guru instructed Ramu to perform a series of bizarre rituals, including standing on one leg for hours on end and chanting strange incantations. Despite the physical strain and mental exhaustion, Ramu persevered, believing that his efforts would be rewarded with untold riches.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Ramu’s situation did not improve. His crops continued to fail, and his family remained on the brink of starvation. In a desperate plea for help, Ramu approached the guru and asked him why his fortunes had not changed despite his best efforts.

The guru, with a knowing smile, replied, “My dear Ramu, poverty is not just a physical condition, but a state of mind. Only when you rid yourself of the shackles of your own mindset can you truly be free from poverty.”

Ramu was taken aback by the guru’s words. He had expected a quick fix to his financial woes, not a lecture on the power of positive thinking. Feeling disillusioned and defeated, Ramu returned to his village, resigned to his fate as a perpetually poor farmer.

As the days passed, Ramu watched in bitterness as the rich landowners in the neighboring villages flaunted their wealth, driving fancy cars and dining in lavish restaurants. He cursed his luck and wished for a miracle to lift him out of poverty once and for all.

But as fate would have it, no such miracle came. Ramu’s crops continued to fail, and his family’s hunger grew deeper with each passing day. In a last-ditch effort to salvage his situation, Ramu decided to seek out the guru once again.

This time, however, the guru was nowhere to be found. Word had spread that he had disappeared into the mountains, leaving behind a trail of disillusioned followers. Ramu felt a pang of regret for putting his faith in the hands of a charlatan, but he also realized that true wealth could not be bestowed upon him by anyone but himself.

And so, Ramu returned to his humble hut, determined to make the best of his situation. He worked tirelessly in the fields, planting seeds of hope and perseverance instead of crops. Slowly but surely, his fortunes began to change. The rains came, the sun shone, and his harvest flourished like never before.

Ramu had finally learned the valuable lesson that true wealth does not come from material possessions, but from the strength of character and the resilience of spirit. And as he sat under the shade of a bountiful mango tree, enjoying the fruits of his labor, he realized that he was richer than he had ever been before.

The moral of the story? Poverty is a state of mind, and true wealth can only be attained through hard work, determination, and a positive outlook on life. So the next time you find yourself cursing your fate, remember the story of Ramu and his journey from rags to riches – not in terms of material possessions, but in terms of inner peace and contentment. And beware of gurus promising quick fixes to your problems – sometimes, their promises are as empty as their words.

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© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his Satire Duggal Sahab’s Dripping Art. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 14 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Duggal Sahab’s Dripping Art ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Duggal Sahab is known as the “Construction King” of our neighborhood. People say that the things he builds are a symbol of stability. However, his definition of stability is a bit different; everything he builds has a delicate lifespan. Duggal Sahab’s famous dialogue is, “Building roads or buildings is an art, and I am an artist!” And it is no secret that his art is very diverse. One day, a new road was supposed to be built in the neighborhood. Duggal Sahab got the contract and proudly said, “This road will be built in such a way that it will shine even in the moonlight.” People thought that maybe a new technology would be used this time. But when the road was built and ready, its shine was indeed visible. But that shine came from scattered rocks and potholes on the road. People thought, “Maybe these are just initial problems and they will be fixed in a few days.” However, the magic of Duggal Sahab’s art was something else. Before the rain even started pouring, the road revealed its real form. A part of the road was washed away by the water, and the other part started dripping like a roof in the rain. People started crossing the road with umbrellas. As for the buildings, Duggal Sahab’s buildings were also amazing. Once he built apartments in a new society. Each apartment was guaranteed ‘luxury’ and ‘comfort’. People shifted there with high hopes. In a few days, people noticed that water was dripping from the roofs of their rooms. Someone said, “Oh, this is a natural waterfall, Duggal Sahab made it a part of art too!” When people complained, Duggal Sahab calmly said, “See, this is natural ventilation. When water drips, you will get natural coolness.” People were amazed by his words. Some local politicians who were building alliances to praise Duggal Sahab’s art also. They inaugurated one of Duggal Sahab’s buildings and said, “This building is the pride of our area.” Just a few days later, that building started dripping in such a way that the politician had to come out wet. He immediately called Duggal Sahab and said, “What is happening?” Duggal Sahab innocently said, “This is ‘Modern Art’, sir. There is no flaw in it, it’s just a matter of your perspective.” The politician said, “The perspective is fine, but why is the water dripping?” Duggal Sahab replied, “Oh, sir, this is the science of water flow. Water makes its own way.” Eventually, people got frustrated and started protesting against Duggal Sahab. They complained, appealed to the government, but all in vain. Duggal Sahab’s grip was so strong that no one could do anything. One day, Duggal Sahab himself inaugurated his new house. That house was the best example of his art. Friends, family, and important people were invited. As soon as the inauguration was done, people entered the house. Tea and snacks were served, and then it started raining. Duggal Sahab was surprised to see the water dripping from the roof of his own house. He couldn’t understand how this could happen. People started laughing there, and Duggal Sahab couldn’t figure out what was happening. After this incident, people started making fun of Duggal Sahab. They said, “Duggal Sahab, if you couldn’t even build the roof of your own house, what can we say to others?” Duggal Sahab was saddened by this. He repaired his house, but after a few days, the same problem came up again. Finally, Duggal Sahab quit the construction work and started living in seclusion. People kept telling stories about his art, but now he had become a subject of comedy. One day, Duggal Sahab passed away. His last words were, “I didn’t leave any flaws in my art, maybe people didn’t understand my art.”

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

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Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his Satire Chronicles of Fly-over. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 13 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Chronicles of Fly-over ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Whenever I venture out onto the streets, there’s always a new flyover in sight. It feels like a game called ‘development’ is being played by some stranger. The government is busy basking in its own glory, contractors and engineers are looting in the name of commissions, and the common people are bearing the brunt of their actions. Toll booth operators seem to be lying in wait, ready to pounce on any vehicle that passes by.

Politics and Flyovers

Once upon a time, in Vikas Nagar, a flyover was being constructed. The local MLA, Mahesh Babu, claimed that this flyover would permanently solve the traffic problem in the area. But halfway through construction, elections came and a new government took over. The new minister, Suresh Ji, declared the old flyover useless, had it demolished, and ordered a new one to be built. This game has been going on for seventy years. I think, governments are like flyovers too. One government builds its power structure by toppling an MP, and another party takes it down through the courts. This game never ends.

The World Beneath the Flyover

The world beneath the flyover is strange. It’s like a whole different city exists there – illegal video coaches, shady characters, tea stalls, dhabas, beggars, stray dogs, tempos and rickshaws, and the cheap night workers. The scene is the same under every metro station too. The administration, the government, everyone turns a blind eye. Local leaders are busy chasing vote banks. The police are preoccupied with extortion. Who cares if there’s no roof over your head, the flyover’s roof is there for you.

The State of Rural Roads

In the village of Dhulpur, I asked a villager, “How are the roads in your village?” He replied, “Just like my health, the health of my village roads is full of potholes.” Flyovers were being built around his village, but no one cared about the village roads. This scene is everywhere – villages and hamlets remain below, while roads pass above them.

The Struggle of the Laborers

Near Dhulpur, a laborer named Sita was working under the scorching sun, lifting heavy loads while her child lay under a tree. The site supervisor, Ramu, thought, “If I present this young laborer to the boss, the fake bills will get approved instantly.” But she’s not as easy to convince anymore. The road roller was making a noise like a helicopter. In the intense heat, Sita was thinking if she got paid today, she could light the stove from the Ujjwala scheme; otherwise, she’d have to make do with dung cakes and wood.

One day, Ramu noticed that Sita’s child had fallen ill. She approached Ramu, hoping for her payment. Seeing her situation, Ramu gave her a portion of his commission. Sita’s child got a bit better, but the flyover work stalled. Ramu had no choice but to think of new schemes to reclaim his commission.

The Government’s Hide-and-Seek

The locals steal cement, gravel, and sand at night for their own use. The guard tries to scare them off but is silenced with a small bribe. Billions in contracts, millions in commissions, and yet the same philosophical question: “What did you bring, and what will you take with you?” The poor labourer drinks water and goes to the supervisor for her payment, but the bill isn’t passed. She lights a fire under the half-constructed flyover to cook a meal.

After this flyover is finished, there’s another job to find elsewhere. There won’t be work in MGNREGA. Let’s develop with flyovers!

This is the story of development – where roads become smooth, and human lives become rough. Roads are built for the king’s ride, and common people are left to die. As long as flyovers keep getting built, this game will continue – and the face of development will keep dancing before us.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his satire The Tale of a Donkey in Modern India. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 12 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Tale of a Donkey in Modern India ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In a village, there lived a simple and straightforward donkey named Gadharam. Gadharam was extremely hardworking, tirelessly working in his owner’s fields day and night. The villagers respected him because he never complained and was always dedicated to his work. But is there truly no place for hard work and honesty in today’s world?

One day, Gadharam’s owner thought, “Why not take Gadharam to the city and use him there?” Hearing this, Gadharam became very excited. He thought, “I will enjoy the glitz and comfort of city life.” But is the city’s glitter truly better than the simplicity of the village?

Gadharam was taken to the city and handed over to a big industrialist. The industrialist looked at Gadharam and laughed, saying, “This donkey will be perfect for our office.” Now, think about it, how can a donkey be considered perfect for an office? Isn’t this a satire on the modern mindset?

Gadharam was given a new responsibility – to carry documents and files around the office. City office life was completely different. Gadharam saw that people there were known not for their work but for their cunning and cleverness. In the office, everyone praised each other, but behind their backs, they did not hesitate to criticize. Is this really the path to progress?

Gadharam showed full dedication and effort in his work, but the office people never took him seriously. They always tried to belittle him. One day, an employee told Gadharam, “Hey Gadharam, you are very hardworking, but in this office, work is done not by hard work but by cunning.” Is this something to learn or a punchline?

Gadharam thought, “Maybe I am not understanding how things work here.” He tried to change himself. Now, he too got involved in office politics. But is it right to abandon honesty and truth to succeed?

Gadharam now started walking the path of cunning and deceit. But even then, his colleagues never accepted him. The office people began to trouble him even more. They kept him tangled in minor tasks so that he could never succeed in his actual work. Tears started rolling down Gadharam’s eyes. He began to miss his village and its simple life. Is there really no value for truth and honesty?

One day, Gadharam told his owner, “Master, let me go back to the village. This city life is not for me.” The owner listened to Gadharam and decided to send him back to the village. But will going back really solve the problems?

When Gadharam returned to the village, the villagers welcomed him. Everyone saw what Gadharam had learned from the city’s glitz and glamour. Gadharam told the villagers, “City life may have a lot of glitter, but there is no value for truth and honesty. There, everyone tries to bring each other down. But here in the village, simplicity and hard work are respected.” Isn’t this the true picture of our society?

Hearing this, the villagers became emotional. They promised Gadharam that they would never abandon their simplicity and honesty. Gadharam also promised that he would always work hard for the village and its simple life. But can these promises truly be kept?

This story teaches us that no matter how much the world changes, the value of simplicity and honesty always remains. Gadharam’s story is an inspiration for all those who never give up on their hard work and truth. But the question is, do we really adopt this inspiration? Can we also walk the path of truth and honesty like Gadharam? Or will we get entangled in the cunning ways of modern society?

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his satire Golden Promises, Rusted Realities. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 11 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Golden Promises, Rusted Realities ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In the grand theater of politics, where speeches are laced with honey and dreams are sold like hotcakes, there exists a peculiar species known as the Politician. This charismatic creature is an artist of the highest order, painting landscapes of utopia with broad strokes of promises. Yet, as any seasoned citizen knows, these masterpieces often fade into rusty mirages once the applause dies down and the reality show begins.

Consider, if you will, the tale of one illustrious leader, the Honorable Minister of Promises (MoP). When the MoP took to the podium, the air was electric with hope. “We will build bridges, not walls!” he declared, to a roaring crowd. The metaphor was delicious; the imagery, divine. Bridges of opportunity, unity, and progress! But as time ticked on, it became apparent that the only bridge being built was the one connecting his promises to the realm of fantasy.

Take, for instance, the much-lauded “Green Revolution 2.0,” a campaign that vowed to plant a billion trees by the year’s end. The forests would bloom, they said, the air would purify, and Mother Nature would sing praises of the MoP. Fast forward twelve months, and the landscape remained as barren as a politician’s soul during a budget cut. The grand total of trees planted? Two. And one of them was plastic, installed for a photo op.

Then there was the glittering promise of “Universal Healthcare for All.” The MoP stood tall, basking in the glory of the crowd’s adoration. Free healthcare, they said, for every man, woman, and child! The crowds cheered, and the MoP’s approval ratings soared higher than the price of prescription drugs. Yet, as weeks turned into months, the promised healthcare revolution dwindled to a mere band-aid on a bullet wound. The newly built hospital had one doctor, no equipment, and a waiting list that extended into the afterlife.

Education, too, was a fertile ground for promises. “No child left behind,” they chanted, promising state-of-the-art schools, free textbooks, and a tablet for every student. The vision was intoxicating, the future bright. But as the school year began, students found themselves in dilapidated buildings with outdated textbooks and broken promises. The promised tablets? Delivered alright, in the form of stone slates reminiscent of ancient times.

Employment was another shining star in the MoP’s constellation of commitments. “Jobs for everyone!” they proclaimed, envisioning a land where every citizen had meaningful work. Instead, what emerged was a new wave of positions in the growing industry of disappointment management. Job fairs were held, applications were filled, and interviews were conducted. The result? An employment rate that remained as stagnant as a politician’s integrity during an expense scandal.

Infrastructure, too, was not spared the kiss of the promise-maker. “Smooth roads and modern amenities for all!” the MoP shouted from the rooftops. Alas, the roads remained riddled with potholes, each one a silent testament to the broken vows of yesteryears. Bridges were constructed, only to collapse under the weight of unmet expectations. The promised amenities? Nowhere to be seen, unless one counted the shiny new office buildings housing the Department of Empty Promises.

The MoP’s pièce de résistance, however, was the grand “Clean Water for Every Home” initiative. A world where every faucet flowed with pure, crystal-clear water was the dream sold to the masses. Yet, in a cruel twist of irony, the only thing that flowed was the steady stream of excuses. “Technical difficulties,” they said. “Budget constraints,” they claimed. The reality? Dry taps and parched throats, while the MoP hydrated himself with imported bottled water.

In the end, the story of the MoP is a cautionary tale, a satire of the highest order. It is a reminder that in the world of politics, promises are like fast food—cheap, quickly made, and utterly lacking in nourishment. The citizens, having feasted on the empty calories of political rhetoric, find themselves bloated with disillusionment and hunger for real change.

So, as we navigate the turbulent waters of democracy, let us remember the tale of the MoP. Let us hold our leaders accountable, demand truth in place of glittering lies, and refuse to be swayed by the siren song of empty promises. For in the end, it is we, the people, who must live with the reality of the rusted dreams and broken pledges left in the wake of the politician’s golden promises.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his satire The Great Water Heist: A Tale of Thirst and Greed. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 10 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Great Water Heist: A Tale of Thirst and Greed ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In the once-thriving metropolis of Dryville, the water crisis had reached new heights. The city’s residents were forced to rely on the black market for their daily hydration needs, shelling out exorbitant prices for a few precious liters of water.

Enter our hero, the cunning and resourceful water tycoon, Mr. Drysdale. With his fleet of water tankers and army of heavily-armed water guards, he controlled the city’s water supply with an iron fist.

As the city’s thirst intensified, Mr. Drysdale’s profits skyrocketed. He became the undisputed king of the water mafia, with a fortune rivaling that of the city’s wealthiest billionaires.

But Mr. Drysdale’s reign was not without its challenges. A group of rebels, led by the fearless and hydrated Aurora, vowed to take down the water tycoon and restore the city’s water supply to its rightful owners – the people.

As the battle for water supremacy raged on, the city’s residents were caught in the crossfire. They were forced to choose between their loyalty to Mr. Drysdale and their thirst for freedom.

In the end, it was a race against time. Would Aurora and her rebels succeed in overthrowing Mr. Drysdale and restoring the city’s water supply, or would the water tycoon’s grip on the city prove too strong to break?

The fate of Dryville hung in the balance, as the city’s residents prayed for a miracle – or at least a decent shower.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his satire Just Another Sunday. 

☆ Witful Warmth # 9 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Just Another Sunday ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

It was yet another Sunday morning, and the clock had barely struck eight. Mr. Sharma, a mid-level manager with a belly more notable than his job title, and Mrs. Sharma, a seasoned school teacher who dealt with pre-teens and their tantrums all week, were facing the ultimate challenge – the cluttered battleground they called home.

With his overgrown spectacles perched atop his nose and a cup of ginger tea in hand, Mr. Sharma sighed deeply, “Honey, do you see how messy our house looks? But what can we do? We are ‘financially enslaved’.” Mrs. Sharma nodded in agreement as if the couch itself was the throne of their kingdom trashed.

Sitting on a half-broken chair they never managed to fix, Mr. Sharma declared, “Our house is as inviting as a landfill. Every day, our own belongings greet us like long-lost relatives wanting to stay indefinitely.”

Adding to the ambience, the dusty dressing table stood like a relic from a haunted mansion. “We practically live as guests in our own Airbnb home,” groaned Mr. Sharma. Mrs. Sharma’s silence was accentuated by the loud banging of her morning utensils, showcasing her agreement without uttering a word.

A moment of enlightenment occurred. “Next Sunday, we shall clean the house!” declared Mr. Sharma, as if rallying troops for the final battle. A grand list was created, listing out their ‘warrior tasks.’ Mr. Sharma allocated himself the task of tidying the tea table and organizing the newspapers, while Mrs. Sharma was given the kitchen, the dressing table, and the storeroom. Oh, the modern-day Hercules and his relentless Hydra!

“Wake up on time, have toast and tea quickly, and then jump into action. You’ll get a second cup of tea and some biscuits only after you finish half the work,” ordered Mrs. Sharma, invoking the spirit of a taskmaster.

Sunday dawned with the alarm’s shrill cry. Mr. Sharma, immediately rising, gave a smug look to the sleeping Mrs. Sharma. An attempt to awaken the sleeping dragon was met with growls, so he let her be and took upon himself to make the morning tea – an act that involved more spilling than filling.

As he prepared to dive into the perilous pile of newspapers, his eyes caught a glimpse of their wedding album beneath the table. “Hey, look what I found! It’s like finding the elixir of life!” he exclaimed, like an archaeologist discovering a mummy. His enthusiasm was enough to bring Mrs. Sharma to his side, and time flew by as they lost themselves in the sepia-tinted nostalgia.

When reality hit and bellies rumbled, they broke the trance with baingan bharta and jowar roti, crafted with love by Mrs. Sharma.

Tasks remained unfinished, and Sunday slipped away, making way for the relentless Monday. As dawn broke, Mr. Sharma, with a hot cup of tea in hand, approached Mrs. Sharma standing gloomily on the balcony. “What’s wrong, my queen?” he asked with a mix of mockery and concern.

“Today again, all chores remain incomplete!” she lamented. Mr. Sharma chuckled, “No worries, there’s always another Sunday!”

“True, my irreplaceable partner. But this routine is as immutable as your potbelly,” replied Mrs. Sharma, casting a half-hearted smile. The pitiless wheel of weekdays began turning again, engulfing them in its relentless grind.

And so, time continued its indifferent journey. The Sharmas, forever stuck in their Sisyphean task, never managed to completely clean their home. Each Sunday, they remained entangled in their self-created labyrinth of aspirations, witnessing the same futile routine, over and over, till they were both too worn out to care. The house remained a silent testament to their unfulfilled promises – a never-ending satire of their lives.

© Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Contact : Mo. +91 73 8657 8657, Email : [email protected]