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Rohit Dubey 🇳🇪

Rohit Dubey 🇳🇪

Who sits in your cranial sanctorum, when you write?

Imaginary friends. Made famous by psychos and kids (not too far apart), are something which have escaped the morphologists of literature…

Nov 6, 2018

Who sits in your cranial sanctorum, when you write?

Nov 6, 2018

Rohit Dubey 🇳🇪

No fucks November.

“Well, hello lumberjack, your Mufasa-ish face fuzz is warming the ovaries of my ovaries, come here, give me your genetically supreme baby.”…

Oct 31, 2018

No fucks November.

Oct 31, 2018

Rohit Dubey 🇳🇪

Peeing human.

Pretending to take a tissue paper, he slyly picked the tip money and walked behind his friends; gloating over his victory.

Oct 22, 2018

Peeing human.

Oct 22, 2018

Rohit Dubey 🇳🇪

Pickle the moment.

The cursor blinks like a metronome. Only you can hear it. The white blank page, spread over the screen of your LCD screen, like a freshly…

Apr 19, 2018

Pickle the moment.

Apr 19, 2018

Rohit Dubey 🇳🇪

One night standoff.

“And this is ‘Uno’, we can play Uno…why don’t we play Uno?”, she said. She raised the box in the air, a la Burgoyne Chardonnay style. Those…

Apr 12, 2016

One night standoff.

Apr 12, 2016

Rohit Dubey 🇳🇪

The Douchebag-beard

It was the beard. That’s how it all began; with a Douchebag beard. You know the kind you’ll find on a Nooblaani, Twitlani, or Dickchandani…

Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016

Rohit Dubey 🇳🇪

Rohit Dubey 🇳🇪

Advertising bugger, PS4 Slugger, gym rat, father to a murdered cat, tenant to a haunted house, and I shall have my revenge in this lifetime or next.

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