seed #346
It’s being 3 days since Mr DasGupta has opened his doors to the world. Mr DasGupta would often remain absent from Life by simply not participating in it. Mr DasGupta had discovered long back in his youth that afternoon siestas can make life better and if you’re able to extend that nap then it’s all the very better . Though Mr DasGupta had rightfully ignored the world and all worldly affairs as pointless, however this time things were a bit different.
The last 3 days, through which Mr DasGupta had remained absent had changed life as we know it. By the time Mr DasGupta had opened his door it was 20 minutes left for the world to end. And only 5 minutes left before he was able to make sense of the situation.
Mr DasGupta was a sensible person. He did not panic. he sat for few moments before he took a secret mini steel trunk from a fridge. keys to this heavily fortified mini steel trunk, which remained in the fridge to the much mystery of the reader, was tied securely around the pelvis of Mr DasGupta.
With barely few minutes remaining, he was quick to undo the trousers and the trunk and take a box of what was ‘Mr Dassani Approved Rasgulles’.
‘Mr Dassani Approved Rasgulles’ were no ordinary rasgullas. Mr. DasGupta was saving them for a truly special occasion and what more opportune moment could ever be found.
While the rest of the world burnt to ashes, Mr DasGupta also burnt to death but with a smile, dancing naked to Magju poetry and gorging on ‘Mr Dassani Approved Rasgulles’; as rightly prescribed in the Magju Reaction Manifesto.
Magaj INC 