The passwords of my Bank accounts
shall get buried with me & no skeletons
will remain. My self-centred children
might guess the names of my dream girl
(Deepika Padukone) & childhood crush
(Martina Hingis) but will never be able
to know about my special character.
They shall keep sending pleas to heaven
but I will never respond with an OTP.
They will track the incoming messages
on my phone, read about the balances
in my bank & repent. They’ll feel sorrowful
for not teaching me how to tag photos
on Instagram, how to send friend requests
to Angel_101 and how to play LUDO online.
I will avenge every misdirected Whatsapp
message, incorrectly placed order on Zomato
& muting/un-muting drama on Zoom.
All they will inherit is the huge debt which
I took to get digitally literate unprofitably.
