neighbour.
One or the other time a fight would happen in the neighbourhood, people being sympathetic to the victim and acting innocent as if they didn’t want it to happen or wait for it to happen with their ETV watching busy lives filled with reality of BIGBOSS.
Fleas would gather around the wound.
It would slow a little bit after the so called newspaper reading debate watching old fags show up and then they would decide what should be done while they can’t even make peace with their brother. And the one who listens to these old fags is the chosen one.
Everyone would calm down.
Elders have given a solution.
Some would lighten their face with complete hope on elders.
But after a little bit it would get worse.
Some one would blame the elders for heating things up.
Someone would blame the whore who caused it.
Someone would just sit there in their little rooms watching from windows with their crunchy noise of khari dipped in hot chai.
Someone would tell someone.
Someone would be sad that no one is there to share with.
For someone that’s a great chance to discover themselves as wise ones say that learning from other mistakes is wise.
For someone it’s tomorrow teatime or lunch topic.
For someone it wouldn’t finish.
For me it’s just a writing practice, I can’t imagine every fucking thing, it would just make it worse.
Thank you, dear neighbour.
Keep fighting.
Keep watching BIGBOSS.
Keep watching ETV.
Your folly is my future.
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