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Contrasting Moods - Fiction
Surrounded by four walls. I feel disgust and despair. Why can’t I snap out of it? For listen: The city hums with listless life. Hospitals thrive with dying patients, oft with self inflicted excruciating pains, more often meted out by egoistic humans in pursuit of hedonistic pleasures, of self satisfying needs. In a quiet moment at the end of the day sometimes I pray. Alas my heart is enveloped in inky darkness. Instead I hear the cries of domestic violence, of children desecrated, women raped, men killed by other men. I flee my loathsome house, merge with mindless humanity, in streets displaying their dirty linen, intransigent in their cacophony of indomitable bellowing ululations, until I reach the quieter periphery of the endless town. The night is ebbing. The first rays of the rising sun touch a silvery dome reflecting its rays straight into my eyes. Instinctively I shade my face yet the light persists. Is it a sign? Could there be hope for me? Perhaps there's sense in creation. So I close my eyes and pray. Fiction
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