My highly sophisticated artificial intelligence enabled cyber crawler tells me that I have not been posting regularly :) . And when I do - it is generally a simple brain dump - or so I have been led to believe. Pah! So anyway, there's this little something that I have been working on and I thought I should "out" an excerpt, if you will, to the junta out there. So here goes:
Oh by the way, I kind of realised that a certain part of my brain was roused into living by witnessing a dance form (but more on that later).
[--Begin]
Rivulets of grimy sweat streamed down her teary cheeks. Apparently she had been crying. But more importantly, she had been thinking - as an inviolable sense of guilt swept across her mind.
Calmly she rose, intent on prolonging her inevitable descent into the depths of a moral abyss gouged out by serial wanton acts that she would participate in with gay abandon. From her resolve sprang an instinctively preservative, all consuming self sympathy -a sense of righteousness sinking in to exonerate every vile act or thought of hers.
While to the untrained eye, each such act or thought would have guaranteed a one way ticket to eternal damnation - not so for her. She would not be cowed down by moral diktats - not this once at least. Not never. Hell, she had seen worse and had managed to extricate herself from slipping into a miasma of remorse, albeit temporary.
This too would pass - she said to herself as she rubbed her cheeks vigorously. The red in them returned. She was happy. Atleast from the outside things looked better. Rosy.
She shrugged and strode swiftly towards the parking lot, dismissing any and all remonstrative inputs her conscience would strive to make. Not that these thoughts perturbed her in any manner which would cause more than manageable discomfort.
Just that she liked looking at herself in the mirror.
--Kartik.
[--End]
2 comments:
I still don't get it...
But.. that's just me :D
a difficult read and can be easily misunderstood
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