Published 10:07 IST, August 12th 2020
Irrfan Khan’s son Babil gives a sneak peek into his 'simpler times' with monochrome pic
Irrfan Khan's son Babil Khan shared a monochrome picture, which also featured his friend. He captioned the picture with: 'To simpler times'.
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Irrfan Khan's son Babil Khan took to his social media handle on Tuesday night, August 11, and shared a monochrome picture, featuring him with his friend. In the selfie, Babil Khan can be seen posing for the camera in messy hair. Instagramming the monochrome selfie, Babil Khan wrote a caption that read, "To simpler times (sic)". Scroll down to take a look.
Irrfan Khan's son Babil's monochrome picture
Babil Khan's monochrome selfie managed to bag more than 6K likes (and is still counting) within a few hours. Many from his 74.7K followers admired his curly hair in the comments section. A follower wrote, "Bro your curly hair!!! 😍🧿🙌 Get them backkk!!!" (sic), to which, Babil replied, "haha my hair grows very fast don’t worry, fast transition".
Meanwhile, another Instagram user asserted, "Looks like ur quite experimental with ur hair" (sic); Babil came up with a witty reply for it as he wrote, "I’m experimental with most things in life except Colgate and Ambuja Cement" (sic).On the other side, a comment asked Babil to name his favourite video game as Irrfan Khan mentioned his son's love for video games during a live session back in 2016. Babil replied and answered 'Red dead red'.
A peek into Babil Khan's Instagram
Though he is not an active social media user, Babil Khan's photos in the monochrome format often manage to garner love. In July, he shared a post, which has two monochrome pictures of him. In the photos, Babil was seen resting beside a window. He also shared a monochrome picture of Irrfan Khan while expressing his love for mother Sutapa Sikdar.
In a brief caption, Babil wrote a poem for his mother, which read, "5 years too much, And now you’re a stranger 5 years in love, Pickin straws out the haystack Flicking through the picket pages Of the books I never read through. And that’s just one half of it The other half is you, Gleaming through the wicked winter moon, I wish I could fit in your shoes. You have gone so far away. And I’m always just a little too late. Plucking the strings of my sitar to soothe, These Monday morning blues And I carried on like the wayward son, In the wayward sun, but I found myself roaming the wastelands. I was high, when I witnessed my mother cry. I might never win. For, never will forget me, the unforgivable sin. Blood on her lips, crippled my heart. Pierced my soul like an adamant dart. Ma, my ma, tell me you love me too. Ma, my ma, I would give it all for you. (Yo bro, u know I love you more than life itself. )" (sic).
Updated 10:07 IST, August 12th 2020