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step towards passion
There is already a huge crowd at the bus stop the time I reach. There is no chance that I am going to get in the bus. I think of taking a metro instead. But I can imagine the same scenario there. But I think I can manage with it as a train is not as mini as a bus. I leave the place and head towards the metro. The crowd is just as I predict and I somehow able to catch the train and get into it. Having been in a city like Mumbai for two years, it has become a common thing for me to deal with such crowd.I reach my flat (of course rented) and my head aches, my body urges for a strong coffee. I dra...
The String
It’s been harder to sleep, recently, I think as I look out my window, fogged up with the opaque blackness of the night.It never used to be this way. I used to be able to fall asleep within minutes, my breath slowing into a steady rhythm and my mind falling silent. Now, each breath I take in the darkness of my room pulls an imaginary string tighter and tighter around my heart. The string is merciless, imprisoning my mind in a state of consciousness that makes it harder to ignore the ever-present pit in my stomach. During the day, I’m fine. I can breathe, drink, laugh. The string is dormant. Of ...
Being Martha
Being MarthaMartha Evans knew she shouldn’t have made the second pecan pie. Louella Davis being dead only required one pie for the visitation. The only reason for the second one was her own sweet tooth. Dr. Watson was going to have a blue blazes fit when she saw Martha’s blood sugar numbers next week. Eighty seven years might be enough time on this earth and if pecan pie was going to kill her, so be it.This morning the Louisiana sun was powerful. Martha had work to do in her garden and powerful sun or not, she was going to do it. She tied on her pink ruffled gardening apron and mad...
Planted Blood
I'm scared.Of course I am but I'm cold too.Five minutes ago, when an officer came in to ask me if I wanted some water or coffee or anything, I declined, my teeth chattering and body shaking. I'm sure he noticed, but he didn't say anything and neither did I."What you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." I hadn't been arrested, but I'd seen a number of movies enough to know that the same principle would appwww.onedoor.ccly here.The door opens and the same woman who brought me in enters. She's wearing a blazer, probably a padded one: I notice she doesn't shiver.She makes brief eye contact...