I’ve lived a life that’s full, I’ve traveled each and evr’y highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
If there is anyone about whom about the lines above can be said, that person would be the Bhabhi.
Yes she did it her way. In many imaginative ways.
She gave salesman their rightful place in society. She helped neighborhood boys score outside the cricket field. She gave a helpful hand to those that needed it. She put the group back into group discussion.
Veni. Vidi. Chi Chi.
We saw. We came. She conquered.
But no more.
The Bhabhi was brought to her knees today. And this time she will never get up again.
Yes. It is true. She is dead, laid low by the moral police and zaalim society. As we see for her for a “lust” time before the site is pulled down, there is sadness inside each of us.
Grieve not oh traveler. All is not lost. There will always be memories, many of which “rapidly shared”.
Along with several password protected files in unobtrusive directories like C:Project FilesOldprojectsrctemp.
Go quietly Bhabhi. And don’t forget to turn off the light.