A strange silence drowned her nights and burned her days. It was a silence she had never heard before, touched before. It smelt almost like fear, but not quite so musty. This made her fear it even more than fear. She sat still in the darkest corner because it was the most obvious thing to do. Moreover, it was the only thing she could do. Darkness shrouded her like wasted memory. She wallowed in it with the pleasure of a person who’s sure to die. Then, all of a sudden, she did something she had never done before— she started thinking. It’s something normal people never do until they’re alone. She was normal, so she had never considered thinking for herself. That was partly because it’s never polite to think in company; one must always let the company think for everyone. The other part of the reason she did not know. But she knew that it existed. So now that she was alone, she could think; and so she did. She thought because she had nothing better to do. No parties to attend, no se
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I am fine.just busy pretending to be busy. Even pretensions cost so much time and effort.
I am leaving for Dehradun on 20th.
How are you?
Thank you.
bhai
I am good. How long will you be there? Have fun.
This line in your haiku grabs me like a chokehold "smells like death."
Nicely done
i hoped it would be
rash
welcome. thank you :)
gel
long time since i've seen you here. welcome back. a powerful image deserves powerful words. hopefully i've managed to compliment the pic.
I'll definitely be back!
andrew >> i'll be right over :)
janice >> welcome and thanks :)