anxiety
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A not so pleasant drive
I’m trapped in my old sedan. It’s like the Sicilian Bull, the fires roasting me, and in agony, I pound the steering wheel and press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass… Continue reading
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Cumbersome
I translated the message using Google and it said something about film actors. I think someone has hacked my phone, my father says, his voice bubbling with unhealthy excitement, a rush of madness, making him see ghouls and eyes on the ceiling; evil, disfigured succubi and dirt and mud. I’m angry that he’s burdening me… Continue reading
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Shoeshine Timmy
Shoeshine Timmy sits outside the Charminar polishing shoes. I wonder where he learned to speak such fluent English and why he insists on using an Anglicised name. Sometimes I wonder if he’s even real or just a figment of my imagination made real because I dread meeting relatives at the wedding reception I have to… Continue reading
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On Art
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. – Pablo Picasso Dear writer, As I write this, the sun sets, bathing the city with purple melancholia. There’s an ashy wren-warbler sitting on a branch outside my window. Gentle nuances of grey and brown, cover most of his back, and… Continue reading
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The pugilist
I announced my retirement as a professional boxer today. I won fifty fights and lost only four, and my manager patted me on the back and said, “You should be proud of yourself, son. You owned this sport,” but I cried in the shower. I sobbed and screamed, “What a tragedy! What a fucking waste… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
Ordinary Person 