I come to this club every weekend, usually with a couple of friends, today I came only with one, Ted.
As I grooved to the music, I noticed a man dropping a few drops from a vial into the drink of a girl sitting at the barstool. The unsuspecting girl had been busy on the phone and without realizing what transpired, she picked the glass. I took a leap and toppled her glass before she could take a sip.
Ah! In the middle of the night, I woke up sweating. I took a moment before it dawned on me that I was in a hotel room. I needed to pee so bad.
As soon as I turned on the light, I noticed a silhouette of a hand. It appeared out of nowhere on the glass pane. The hand looked skinny and ghostly. The emaciated ghost!
His wrinkled hands joined together, but his eyes didn't dare to look into mine. This was the day, I had waited for. But now, it felt useless, this whole charade of forgiveness. How did it matter anyway?
Sia takes apprehensive steps towards the intriguing gothic structure. Her mind is filled with myriad chaotic thoughts. She has lost her nation, her people, her family, her friends. The partition has taken its price. Sia has survived to tell the gruesome tale of partition.
“Feeling sluggish, Terra? ” As I slowed down to leave my orbit, Venus asked.
“Signs of old age. My head is spinning. I can be selfish for a day; I have decided to rest today.” I blabbered.
“Age is just a number, sista. Besides, we are the same age, give or take a few million years. That’s like a few nanoseconds in human years…” Venus started.
Ma… it is a beautiful word, and I’m sure you are as beautiful as this word is. Do you look like the woman I see in my dreams? You sing to me lullabies in your soft and tender voice. I love it when you caress me, so gently and affectionately. I want to be in your arms soon.