The age of the Ninja

It has begun. After growing roots in Pune, the cult has spread to Bombay. Slowly and steadily, they started appearing on our streets and multiplied while we went on with our fruitless lives unaware. Today, you can’t miss them when you look at the roads of Bombay. They stare at you but you can’t tell. They’re watching your every move. Behaving like they know nothing, they see it all, cloaked in their gear of deceit.

Covering their faces and bodies in blankets and blankets of cloth, their eyes eagerly pierce through the city’s poster through sunglasses worn on the only part of their uncovered flesh. Their hands of warfare weave through the city traffic, protected by long gloves. Innocently white, but it’s just a charade.

The Ninjas are here and they are waging war against us! The mere mortals pooh-pooh this seemingly innocuous act of dressing, but soon it will take over this city like locusts eating up an entire field. They convert trusting girls into their priory with promises of epidermal aesthetics. But little do they know that they are being lured into the lifestyle of the Ninjas! With their ultimate goal to take on the whole of India! And when they do that…if they do that…if we let them do that…we shall be forbidden to see each others’ faces forever!

Wake up, those of you who sleep! And fight against the Ninjas!