That was the day I decided to be good against fear, to be fearless against wreck. Three things happened at the same time. Ben Okri's lament on spirits, the library Staff's cry over each other " are, paagal hei kya" and the bell. IT was fear.
Then two cries rebuilt behaviour on wall of future actions.
One, of a woman for a mad lover and two , of a mad woman over the abusive days with her husband.
My voice to them, clearly was that, you are born!
The moment is carrying three living beings at the same time, or two. It is OK even if it is called things, not human beings, because when love happened, it was taking you out of you, without asking your permission, the moment you let in created a terrible beauty. ITs strain and strings are not pain, its rhythmic and you be careful not to be deaf. IT was the day rain was reluctant to touch the ground.
Then two cries rebuilt behaviour on wall of future actions.
One, of a woman for a mad lover and two , of a mad woman over the abusive days with her husband.
My voice to them, clearly was that, you are born!
The moment is carrying three living beings at the same time, or two. It is OK even if it is called things, not human beings, because when love happened, it was taking you out of you, without asking your permission, the moment you let in created a terrible beauty. ITs strain and strings are not pain, its rhythmic and you be careful not to be deaf. IT was the day rain was reluctant to touch the ground.
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