Ok,,,first things first...Happy Independence Day...as it always happens...today also i got a bit patriotic n a thought process was triggered(hehe,my thought processes are like that toy gun wid da arbitary bullet tied wid a string to da nozzle,,,da same things keep gettin triggered again n again).So i got up,attended my morning chem tuition...during dat whole tym i didn wish anybody...i know its nthin to be proud of...its just didn't come as naturally as a birthday wish for sum1 comes...finally got 2 smses wishin independence day...pata nai kyun aisa lag raha tha ki 50% of da ppl sittin dere at da tuition were not even consciously aware ki aaj chutti kyun hai...i always feel dat hearing da same thing over n over again reduces its im
Ira comes for tea and slowly reveals a life shaped by emotional surveillance. Loved, watched, and quietly evaluated by her parents, she lives under constant explanation. Through food and confession, she names the exhaustion of being known too well and finds nourishment not just in eating, but in finally being heard. Ira arrived five minutes early and apologized for it. The way people do when they are used to taking responsibility for time itself. She said it lightly, as if time itself had offended her. She wore a white A-line shirtdress, clean and careful, the kind that looks chosen for comfort but ends up signaling restraint. When she sat down, she folded herself into the chair unconsciously. One leg rested on the floor, the other tucked underneath her, knees visible. It was not a pose meant to be seen. It slipped out before her body remembered how to protect itself. I noticed the brief softness of it, the quiet vulnerability, before she settled and forgot. I was still pouring t...
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