The Tragic Tale of a Desire-Humour-Satire
"For ten days, I’ve been suffocating in the minister’s trash bin, buried under countless petitions. I was born as a ‘desire,’ a letter of hope, but discarded like poison. You thought an MLA’s note could break walls without grease? Fools! In this democracy, glossy bribes live, while plain words die. My last wish—recycling, a samosa plate, or even a child’s paper boat. But here I rot, a symbol of your forgotten vote."