My Nose and its Nuances
Now the title might seem quirky, but protagonist of our today's story is equally absurd. It has already proved it's weirdness by donning a mask these days. More than the corona, its the organ that needs to be controlled and made to it mind its own pathetic business. At least mine needs to be told again and ever again.... "Dear Nosy, its none of your poking business!" But it just doesn't listen and stands out against all the other facial elements making me an object of friendly ridicule. Its so attention catching that friendly gestures instead of pulling my cheeks, land on pulling my already pulled long nose. Sometimes I wish these gestures would offer their services when the Dear Nosy is overflooded with emotional mucus. The kerchief very arrogantly rubs the troubled organ red as if punishing it for its interference hobbies. You and I, we both are gifted with this sensual organ as an inlet of energy and outlet of relief. But mine is a super ambitious and ambiguou...