njanethra daridrayanu, i'm afraid of distances...
i am also a double person, i have another one slowly growing inside me, without my rpior knowledge, she....
she is a reproach, my inability to live as myself in the world...where did i accept it?from when?
she is there neeeding human touch and love, is it lust?
she is there expressionless...
she didnt breath for fear of losing harmony with the world sreejitha has created, sreejitha is an identity that threatens her that suppress her that kills her,
all that goes in name of her, her rough and real existence is choked by sreejitha.
all that she wanted from thw rold is filtered through sreejitha's eyes and accomodated only the rearest compartments, at times...that too burned like the... how emtied of life how cruelly, those flesh "roasted" is the name they put it, the journalists(telegraph), human beings roasted alive...in Samjhouta express.
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