There is some inside this head, but it’s not me, strangers passing on the street and by chance two seperate glances meet and I see that, I am you are you are me.
“Hey Nairosh” called out someone
He tilts his head to trying to avoid making eye contact.
“You have any classes today?”
It’s her again, Venika with her ever present smile and the constant and annoying blinking, how many times does one have to blink to die?
അധികമായാൽ അമൃതും വിഷം ( Amrit,(divine nectar)when in excess, can be poison), his grandmother used to say that.
“No I don’t think so, I’m kind of busy right now”
“Da? The proctor is looking for you” said Nihal
The power of the strong, the elite, the proctors capturing freedom and thought control, discipline the jail for the free.
The coffee is cold and so is the weather, let’s go inside.