Some dream_Everything Will Be Okay_Comeback_I'm fainting, I realize.
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Some dream
"Miss, do you live here?" A voice from below interrupted my thoughts. A middle aged man, with black hair, and a beard, wearing grey pants and a faded orange tshirt, was standing on the terrace, with one hand on the ladder that was fixed to the tank. "Erm..no, I'm just visiting my grandmother. 203, Meera? She seems to have gone out, the flat was locked, so I came here, to watch the sunsent and stuff. I'm sorry, is this a restricted area?" I asked, from where I was standing on the tank, and contemplated how to climb down the ladder. Climbing up was easy enough, climbing down shouldn't be har...
Everything Will Be Okay
I find I am most contemplative at night. The stillness of the house, which is so rarely present in the noise of my family life, finally stops by at night. So it feels like I'm walking through a dream every time I get out of the shower in the dark, and am met with such quiet surroundings. But I was jerked out of that dream by your knocking at my window.You know, I don't answww.onedoor.ccwer the door at night, that isn't my job. I don't let things into the house at times they shouldn't be near the house at all. Every time I hear a knocking past 9pm, it might as well not have happened at all, I will ignore it,...
Comeback
In answer to your question, there are three things that I now need you to know.Firstly, all places have an expiry date. Not that I think it’s written anywhere, like a supermarket best before you understand, but every place has it all the same. And I’m not talking about cracks and gaps; no romantic images of crumbling castles here. In fact, I think most places expire long before the bricks sink back into the soil. No, this truth is far harder to grasp. Well, it was for me. It has taken the best part of twenty years and even now I feel that it slips through my fingers most days. Every pla...
I'm fainting, I realize.
I've always been jealous of other people's fingernails. Mine never seem to look right. The skin below the nail is always dry and rough. The nail itself has white patches on them. My cuticles are constantly covering my nail no matter how much I maintain them. In school, I used to look at my classmates' fingernails. I expected someone to have ones like mine. But they never did. Even the boys who hardly ever thought about their nails had better-looking ones. I was distraught. What was I supposed to do? I look at my nails. My middle fingernail is okay—my best one, in fact. The cuticles are mainta...