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Little Benedict

On Christmas Eve, waddling through the snow, Little Benedict was on his way to the video-game store. The latest God Of War edition was finally here. The wait was long, but running all those errands for his dad would finally pay off. “Here you go Ben! 50 Dollars as promised! Now don’t you bother me again before Easter!”, his Dad had said, waving his forefinger. He was about two blocks away from the store when a muffled whine stopped him in his tracks! The puppy had been in an accident. It had a broken limb and tried, in vain, to get around by limping. He rushed to the Vet carrying the little thing in his arms. “Please help him.” After careful examination, the doctor announced,” He needs a cast and some pain relievers. The procedure costs $300.” “Oh!” Benedict seemed shocked. “Is he yours?” “I found him.” “Someone has to pay the bills,” the doctor explained. Benedict took out his game money and considered it. He had to pester his Dad for months. “Here you go. Now, don’t bother me until n...

Spec Ad for Swiggy during Ganesh Utsav

Getting my hands dirty on the occasion of Ganesh Utsav with a Spec Ad for Swiggy.

Death That Year

Death that Year was done being distraught With dreadful personifications, the poets had wrought. The cloak and the scythe, why must it carry? When those at its mercy, trot around unwary. A sickly skeleton in its stead they parade. And reduce its fierce thud to a sneaky charade. It’s time to retaliate, to rightfully deface Those that wronged it had consequences to face. Scythe nor a mace, nor a twisted lasso, A whiff of its breath sufficed, verily it was so. Scattered like rats, each found his burrow; And left the needy and dying, drowning in sorrow. Those that marred it had now been defaced; Real ugliness from their shallow facades surfaced. And lest they credit the passing year with disgrace, Death, in its mercy, snuffed out its very trace.

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