The dimly lit yellow lamp reminds you that you are all alone in a hotel room in an indistinct town. Its around 5 am in the morning, and you know you should wake up soon to catch that train to that village with an unpronounceable name. You have a dull headache and fever and are dreading the day which stretches painfully in front of you.
The days' newspaper is pushed brusquely under your door. Weary, but determined to get up, you drag yourself out of bed and glance at it through half-opened eyes.
The enormous headlines leap back at you - http://www.hindu.com/2010/02/17/stories/2010021758220100.htm
You are jolted out of your slumber, the drudgery disappears as if by magic,
the weariness is replaced by an emotion you cant quite place...something like terrible anger.... for some reason you think it mustve been love, but its over now.......
oh if only...!!!
before you can say parasite....!!!
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3 comments:
Lovely post, Veena...
the only person who can write something like this is someone who has been through it and the only people who find it beautiful are the ones who have been thru something like that too. :)
Absolutely! And thanks :)
It is not something different... it is us... we are the parasites in different forms...
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