After Sunrise!
Meera, 12, sixth grade. Dorm Room. Bunker bed in corner, near the window. 1:45am.
“I love counting the stars through my window. Physics sir said there are thousands, no, millions of them.Wonder how many zeros are there in a million? He keeps saying it all the time. I am afraid to ask. Maybe tomorrow I will ask him after class. Hope he doesn’t think I am stupidâ€.
Jesminder, 43, Mud House. Open-sky Bathroom. 3 kids. Alcoholic husband. 3:17am.
“I am going to kill this bastard one day. He stole the hidden money for Ashraff’s school fees to buy liquor! Again! I might have to stop Pintu from going to school this year. What has this world come to, God, where the mother has to choose between her kids to send to school?!â€
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Hey Ardra!
True..and watching the news nowadays dont help.That’s why we need to make adjustments to not get boggled down by petty problems.Am sorry about the problem in 20Six.Hope they would fix it soon.Thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts.
the smaller picture...
such thoughts always haunt me- the stories behind each unravelled body- the last thoughts that might’ve occurred to them- how the previous day they wouldn’t have imagined that next day would come to this- sometimes when the individual picture zooms out and covers the larger scene- I’m confounded…
and still i go on with my next breath untill….
( i’m unable to post comments on u’r blogpage becos I can’t see the security code)
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