Cosmos and reverse osmosis
Cosmos and reverse osmosis
Nonsensical and words of consistency.
Mundane and the ecstasy of air on G string.
“Was I not also a listener?”
Lighter stroke, I sigh and rush , only to hum , only to sing lean
And my light stroke splashes these cobblestones , the superlative rinses in.
Keep on telling. Some triggered traumas, let it pour to the fullest brim. There is no right or wrong answer to ignorance. Sit through all these casio mediocrity and your backbite will kill a desimone with another eager Othello.
-Are you a product of your emotions?
-Are you referring to the original or aboriginal? This is an uttermost tricky one.
And those voices. They muse in their upbringing. Midnight hymn and opted out windcatchers . Where I will rush to thee, to check on you, underneath your blanket.
Pedofile paparazzi, have a holiday! It is your mom!
April fool to the foolest swing!
In a second, it was a story of shattered glass, pieces and shards of sharp edged glasses and their broken fragments, a still shivering moment in my life.
We were on a trip to Sylhet. Out of nowhere, the car banged with a pedestrian and a mob went onto a rampage with the seemingly fatal momentum.
A piece did pierce my left jaw and hurt inside.
And I was trying to call my mother.
"Amma!" I tried to shout out loud.
Amma could not hear. And I could realize that my jaw was in awful pain and quite stuck there. I then was visualizing blood....blood ... blood...everywhere.
I still could have a vivid image of that moment.I was reading a book just before the crash, blood was dripping everywhere, and the passenger seat had my family and a male colleague of my father. Not an outsider but still yonder valleys also yawn there, was there an outsider?
This time Amma could listen. I still can imagine her face. An astonishment with utter , sheer panic was defining her facial expression, written all over her face.
Abba's colleague was an apt guy. He handed a towel over to me.
The driver was relieved from the aftershock. The appointed one.
My brother was driving for a short period of zigzag time.
The towel was a story by then. with enormous bloodshed. And in the most peculiar way, it was ringing in my teen mind.
Altogether , it was a 100 word short,
crossing a few words here and there.
Brimming too.
Sad note:
Reverse osmosis (RO) is a water purification process that uses pressure to force water molecules through a semipermeable membrane. This process separates water from other substances, such as salt, bacteria, and viruses.
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