We live in a generation of ghosters,
And boasters,
Wealth and material possessions
Are given importance over real connections,
Pretend to be Julia Roberts today, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her,
And the chap will run a mile and turn back never,
Songs are trending on heartbreaks and breakups,
Relationships are full of complications,
Gone are the days, when piping hot gaajar halwa and decadent hot chocolate did the trick,
We live in a generation that wants something quick,
Blink and you miss,
It fizzles out faster than a snake's hiss,
I'll probably die alone,
Or find a nice cozy nook, where I'll finally belong,
It's all up in the air,
In the meantime, I'll make peace with my well-chopped hair.
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