KNOCKS ON A WINDOW_The Start of Something New_My Own Choice_Yin and Yang unbalanced towards the ligh
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KNOCKS ON A WINDOW
There was a knock on my window and I checked the time. It was well past midnight. I ignored the knock assuming it was due to some nocturnal beast colliding with the window while going after prey. I had been seated absorbed in a desi thriller and I went back to it. I read: ‘It was past midnight when John was walking towards the metro station. He had decided to catch the last train of the day. He now saw an ambulance speeding past, and knowing he still had 20 minutes walked along slowly. John saw the ambulance park near the metro station for a moment and then go along. It probably had no patient...
The Start of Something New
She’s scanning the crowd for a man wearing a red fedora.He isn’t hard to spot. Even here, in the heart of the city, amidst this crucible of clashing cultures - merchants with their brightly dyed cloaks, aristocrats casting broad shadows with their padded shoulders and flared skirts, craftsman and criminals sporting the colours of their gangs and guilds - crimson hats with bright greenwww.onedoor.cc trim are far and few between.She tracks his movement through the square, watching from her perch on the church spire above. His gait is heavy, ill-suited for navigating the turbulent masses despite his narrow fra...
My Own Choice
I often wonder to myself if it’s normal that I can’t make my own decisions. Its not fault or I don’t think it is. It has been this way my whole life and I don’t have the slightest idea how to change it. I’ve been okay with it begin that way until recently, I’m not sure I am anymore. Almost everyday I think to myself that today will be the day that I will make my own first decision, but I always chicken out and ask someone else. My friends, usually know what I want when I call them. I don’t know if they mind me calling them everytime, I want their help making a decision, and I’m not sure if th...
Yin and Yang unbalanced towards the light
Sav crawls lightly on the thick branch and rubs his eyes in the sunlight. He belongs to an ancient snake tribe. Their head has the size of turtle. Sav is very proud of its considerable length and of the insinuating ripples of his body. The big snake knows that he can swallow anything, with a wide and flexible smile, without chewing the prey, whole and ready for slow devouring. Sav is an expert to use the snake-gaze to hypnotize the naïve ones, ready to strangle to death. He would like to poison them with hidden venom, but maybe it’s better to not reveal his strength. Wrapping is a laborious b...