I once sat near the door, my room doesn't have a window.
That day, I had a guest.
The guest was black, and I am not racist.
It was a raven bird, the indication of something sinister in most of the horror movies.
It looked sad, filled with negative energy.
I asked the guest, what brings you here?
That illiterate raven could speak only one English word, Nevermore!
Every question I asked was met with the same reply, Nevermore!
Taylor Swift was better with her Evermore, I assumed.
Its Nevermore was plain annoying.
I tried chasing the guest away but like any other guest we know, the raven lacked the etiquette.
I felt like torturing the guest in the Nazi way.
But I held on to my pacifist policy.
Just then I got an idea.
I brought my mobile phone, opened the YouTube app.
I screamed, Naga singers with American accent is going to help me.
The plan worked, the raven flew away.
Just then I saw street urchins jumping with catapult in their hands.
The raven was on the ground, it was dead.
Soup for tonight! One said.
Never anymore! I replied.
