Adam said
“I took war insurance! ”
“Who’s your nominee? ” I asked
“Obama, Asad or Putin? ”
He embraced silence.
Adam came again after 2 days
“I ordered for a full range
of jackets; bullet-proof, bomb-proof
and gas masks! ”
He added enthusiastically,
“I’m building a large hideout
underground, impregnable! ”
I asked again,
“With whom do you live?
you can have not even rats
in the neighborhood? ”
He sighed and didn’t say anything
…when we heard a sound
of glass breaking
followed by Bhavisha’s shout
from the other room
“Dad, dad, my globe
fell from the desk! ”
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