therighter

I have been meaning to understand it all well. However I realise that sometimes nothing seems good enough a reason. I was disturbed to see your sickness, your inability to plead and a mind that was too twisted for my taste. The trouble was, whenever the disorganised sound arose from the bedroom, the water would stop flowing from the pipe. A thin line of light entered the window which gave a look of a lens in that split second. Enchanted with the graciousness of so many colours disembark on a plain floor the mind was thinking of something else. What should have been euphoric turned out to be turbulence on a ride to the liquor bar. In little words the girl wrote a poem on her mother and the latter beat her for playing with the Muslim children. Her eyes, filled with tears looked at her father who had a satisfied grin of rowing a rocky boat. It was stupid to believe that they didn’t love the child. She meant everything to their threatened world of immobility. The delightful blue of the...