His drinks are with us whenever we are sad or happy. Now he needs us. Please save Mallya’s kingfisher air. Drink his liquid gold above your normal capacity.
Sometimes you might catch me staring at you. It’s not because you are cute but because my mom told me that devils have tails and I’m just wondering where’s yours?
If I was a painter, you would be my painting. If I was an author, you would be my story. If I was a poet, you would be my poem. But unfortunately I am a psychiatrist.
