freedom is the freedom to choose whose slave you want to be.

Friday, March 23, 2007


It's recent enough that I have faint mehndi stains on my palms and running along the backs of my index fingers, new enough that wearing articles of jewellery constantly causes pleasure and discomfort simultaneously. If I try hard enough I can feel hesitant fingertips around my ring, and smell tube roses in the corners in my room.

We perfected the Before Sunrise music room scene, bitten-down smiles and averted eyes.

It hardly took a minute and I am left neither here nor there.


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