Thirst

I wanted to walk. Just to walk on the street. No, no, nothing romantic about it. Just walking. It's afternoon and the heat is getting to me which makes me even thirstier. The drops of sweat fall into my eyes making them burn. I jump over the river of sewage water flooding the street, only to find my feet in a tributary of the main river. I try to continue walking. The stray dogs, barking, start chasing me as I make a small run to an elevated place to dry my feet. I stand and stare at them with the thought of intimidating them. It worked, I stand there and shake my leg vigorously to shake off the dirty water. I walk some more my wet sandals making squeaky noises. The sugarcane juice seller looks like a savior in this congested, narrow place. I move towards him. There is an open garbage tank on the side giving out a smell of rotten vegetables, spoiled egg, and a strong smell of ammonia. Maybe that ammonia smell was because of the one or two men looking at the blank wall holding their crotch with occasional glances to it. I sped up trying to leave the smell behind, now I have to pee too. A girl in a sky blue and white striped t-shirt and black faded jean cross me swiftly, within moments two men dash into me as I had turned my head to look at her. Yeah, they were pursuing her, that's why she was so fast it hit me. I'm a huge guy and could engage these two or at the least give her more time to move far with a little effort. But I was taught to take care of my own business and to help only if it could not be avoided. I walk on. There is a fallen flex banner obstructing my path, somebody had mourned publicly and mother nature as always had her own style of mourning had pushed it down. Stepping on it and I walk past. The sugarcane juice seller was just a few steps away. I made up my mind to have juice now and search for a place to pee later. I went near him and just when I raised a hand to order a cup I remember I had just a two thousand rupees note.

Six sentence story: i'mperfect

I was the perfect example for imperfection. But it looks like something has happened. Now I'm seeing if the lines are straight, and my steps are slow and measured. Maybe even the examples can be  changed. So maybe they will school perfection in me. Just maybe I can be an imperfect example for perfection.

Vaimaiyae Vellum

It is not that I don't believe in God's miraculous power or against God blessing Amma. It is just that when people who put you in life assist ask for miracles is when I start panicking!

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