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The Insatiable Itch

Every time that I lie down on my bed, I look up and see this empty bulb socket staring at me in the face. I look at it and I think about it. I like to think that there was … Continue reading

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Disappointment

What’s the first disappointing experience that you have ever had? Let me tell you mine. I was a small kid, I don’t remember how small but I’m pretty sure that this was before I even knew that alphabets could be … Continue reading

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Resentment

“Who do you resent?” “What?” She looked at me with what I interpreted to be a shade of uncertainty. Maybe she felt like a foreign entity was inside her body, probing deep into the areas that made her uncomfortable. “You … Continue reading

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The Hip-Hop Artist

“Excuse me sir, I’m a tourist to these parts. Where may I find some snickers?” “What?” “Snickers sir, I’m looking for both the edible kind and the kind that comes in the size of UK 12.” The hare stood on … Continue reading

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Labyrinth

Chase after the sunshine, you said you’d always be mine. But the sunshine is meant for everybody, not just for one person. It’s like feeling that something is behind you, and then turning around to find that nothing is. After a … Continue reading

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The Intensity Of A Conversation

I have never had conversations more intense than the ones I have imagined myself having. In these conversations, I talk about everything: all the things that I’m feeling, all the things that trouble me at night, even the crumpled up … Continue reading

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It Kills To Be You

So, what did you have for breakfast? Did you have some eggs? Oh, scrambled eh? I like my eggs like that too. I always add a dash of milk to get that creamy final texture. Those eggs? They died for … Continue reading

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