Those who read this can send me money. Or they could go out of their houses on a winter afternoon. If their places do have a river, I would be satisfied. They could also go and make a courtesy visit to someone they haven’t been able to meet for quite sometime. Anything could have prevented them. After all it has been such a busy day so far. And its not guaranteed that you find a moment to look at the sky and wonder. How chilling the wind is. It wouldn’t be wrong if you don’t call it a wind, frozen swords cutting your face without mercy. But I wouldn’t unnecessarily hold you. Its obvious from your face that you have been riding for nearly an hour in this cold. Its good that you reach home as early as possible. So you see, how considerate and understanding I have been. That has been my way since I woke up today to a morning alarm set on my cell phone.
And the ones who don’t read it can always find me dying with moths in the last light of existence.
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I am a perfectionist in some sense.
You know my stubborn process of re-re-visions when it comes to writing. Those that end up in folded papers in my back pocket, moistened by sweat, waiting to be rolled over for an itching ear.
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Yet. No denials to a fact that I’m happy to write, and happier to know for sure that I have readers. Internet has dramatically changed the distributive equations. And one could only be grateful for this. At least for people like me, holed up in an obscure place like mine, just dreaming to strike it some day.
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