MURDER

... *sigh*
(thanks to our HOD)

It's like starting again. Today I woke up feeling happy.
And after a very, very long time I am happy for no reason.

The Final Version

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Come Septemberend, there's a seminar in our department. The papers presented will be published in a symposium volume and circulated throughout the city.

It's three o' clock in the morning and I have just finished the cover design.



I think it has come out well. I am happy with it.

Sin.

ihave had my share of pepperoni pizza with extra cheese.i have had my share of piping hot brownies and Irish coffee.

Let's say "I have had my Apple. I am done"

I am full.

And, equally empty.

It's late and dark and cold out here and my Boldness scares me these days.

It is not funny really. It is a little sad, in fact, I think.

I have a feeling, I should go back home now, lock the Monster in the cupboard, shut the skeleton in the attic, and leave the-rest to the rain.
Throw it all up in the middle of the night and go buy ear-plugs and blindfolds.

So soon let there be nothing more than the rain and the smell of drenched earth and half-drunk coffee.

Then, let the little bit of tricolour sprout from nowhere in a black and white world sometime soon:

so I can spin another story.

'That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence,he became resilient and truly indifferent Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening. So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people’s eyes and became an exasperating expression.'

-Arundhati Roy