reshmadewa
Bottled up frustration.Supressed reactions.Altered Responses. It's going to all float to the surface one day. A Repressed human being will either lead a revolution or turn to crime eventually.
There's this person living with me.She's always competing for my attention.She walks on my legs,breaths from my nose and feels like my skin.She lives quietly inside, in her own world. She is fierce and opinionated but speaks rarely. She is my mentor and my guide but never judges me.She is my friend ready discuss,debate,ridicule and fight.She is my shadow,my ego,my conscience,my confidante. When she's frustrated of hiding,she demands to come out in the real world. She tugs at me,she tears me apart. She's always competing to be real but is often reduced to a ghost.
she woke up with a start. sweating,panting,panicking. it was almost like she could taste the salt from the sea in her mouth. she wondered whether it was sweat or seawater that wetted her hands.she felt her life being sucked back in the vacuum of her body,like a fist on her chest that had kept her from breathing had suddenly lifted itself off. the waves that were once her friends,her slaves if she wished, lifting her up on her surf board, thriller her,caressing her like a fond lover, had suddenly turned her nemesis...with one motive : Kill her. she could hear the waves whisper to each other sinister plans of gulping her and spitting her out.
She watched the sunrise seep in through the curtains.The sweet,gentle face of her husband smiling down at her. He was wearing the khaki shorts that she had gifted him on his birthday, with the hideous hawaii print shirt that had coconut trees that shouted to the world that they were on a holiday.'let's go for a swim honey'.
'i've never been much of a swimmer'
The walls around her was stark white.Like an empty mind.Like a sombre wedding dress. She looked around....nothing.Not even a sound.Not even the hum of her own breath. The silence was deafening. It drove her mad.she was forced to be her own company.She hated her own companionship. Shhhh.... a dog whined. shhhh...her daughter was crying. 'she must be hungry!I haven't cooked anything!!! ' her husband would be home soon. she had to clean herself up before that. she had to be 'proper'. just how he liked it.
She opened her eyes. big bite marks on her hand.blood gushing out of her wrists. she felt pain but it didn't hurt. she repulsed the blood but also felt a sense of calm and a feeling of warmth when it flowed out of her hands.
The warden came rushing in. Had this woman not hurt herself again, the warden would be on her way home,to her children.While helping her least favourite patient up, she mumbled 'deranged bitch...'
He watched himself in the mirror, slick oiled, middle-parted hair and and big ugly glasses on a big, fearsome nose. His crumpled but freshly washed school uniform sat loose on his frail body, like someone had made 'hang man' wear clothes.He optimistically searched for some trace of hair over his thin,barely-there lips. His protruding, ape-ish chin had a deep cleft, his trophy and only inheritance from his father. It was going to be another hellish day at school; where the big bullies would drag him out, isolate him and tease him for his 'other-worldly' looks. He wondered why he was still looking forward to going to school today.
Mother came rushing from the kitchen, glassful of milk in her hand, 'my handsome baba,my sharukh khan, come drink your milk' Handsome...he mused.
The feeling grew inside of her like the sea in high tide. It consumed here. She didnt recognize herself anymore. Who was this person inside of her? Why did it want him so much? Why was it so difficult to let go of a dead corpse of a relationship?
Why did she long for something that was going to harm her? her stubborn heart was preparing to suicide.
he opened his suitcase, rested his glasses on the table. his weak eyes were searching for something.Suddenly, he heard the pitter patter from the adjacent room. ltlle feet noices. little meak voices. his heart smiled
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