One liners. Let's get cracking.

There's no order to the lines that are about to follow. Some are life experiences, some are rather obvious, some painfully true, a few ludicrous, and the rest? Well, you decide for yourself. Here goes.

Your future self is probably talking to you right now.

Instincts are smarter than you. Trust them.

If you don't see the blue ticks, Turn Around And Run! (TAAR)

Fake American accent after a three-day visit to Singapore? TAAR.

Fishy handshake? TAAR

If it's hard, the effort is mostly worth it.

If he, she, or it makes you wait, it's not worth it. (unless you're getting naughty as fuck)

A sound sense of grammar shows a coherent mind, irrespective of language. Fine, I made that up. But if you/ she/ he/ it/ they typ as tho dey r stenographers, TAAR. Especially if that's how you type.

Gossip mongers? TAAR

If you can't tell your mom, sister, brother or close friend what's truly bothering you, you've got trouble on your hand. Sort yourself at the earliest. Somehow. Anyhow.

You and I aren't special. We were lied to. I know, the feeling sucks.

Too many hashtags? TAAR

Pout? Oh god, really?

And stop taking a fucking selfie anywhere and everywhere! Stop!

Holy shit, we're doing this

Odd title for a short story, I know.
Don't worry. Soon, there won't be any rhyming to show.
Let the awkward silences do their thing.
Someday, it will all be worth a ping.

Ours was a strange way to part.
You vanished, just like a fart.
I know that's funny for a start.
But holy fuck, gorgeous, it broke my heart. 

A little fault was mine, you played the rest of the part. 
Yeah, stubborn we both are, admit it or not.
I'm uptight, and oh, did I mention you're hot?
Shit, it still hurts, rotten jokes apart.

I think of you sometimes, oh what a lie.
Once a day, even that's a far cry.
To keep you out of my mind is all I try.
And return home a failure, fuck knows why.

You've changed your ways, the blue ticks are gone.
There's some new guy, perhaps. Clearly, you've moved on.
Not the kind to turn around, I know that woman.
But not like yours truly was without chinks and flaws.

I wish I had the balls to tell you that.
I'd be there through thick, thin and fat.
Where being cold and closed, I felt I was being a man,
That was me truly being a pussycat.

I still miss a beat on that pure, honest, giggly smile.
Swear to god, that sight's been a while.
It's the one thing that beguiles.
More than the curves, curls and the works by miles.

We went our ways for the better, I feel.
You've gotten yourself on an even keel,
I've had my own skeletons with which I had to deal.
It's a deal. It's a steal. It's sale of the fucking century!

Somewhere, it was also a chance to self-reflect.
To look within, assess, and check for defect.
Perhaps I should have followed the stupid heart, that I regret.
Holy fuck, life isn't perfect.

A few emojis I can't use anymore.
Gandhiji's favourites went out of the door.
Goodness knows what's in store.
But each time I bow, I pray for you. That's for sure.