suffering
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 2 You hardly sleep that night. It’s one thing to be ostracised; another to be mentally ill, but it’s terrifying to be both. You didn’t ask for this. Your friends deserted you the moment you dropped out of college, deeming you a layabout or a loser with no ambition who’ll… Continue reading
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Racism (Hot take)
Only a white bigot or a very ignorant, impressionable person ensconced in privilege will say racism doesn’t exist. You encounter it everywhere — the blogosphere, predominately white countries and hell, even in Asia. You’ll find the puritanical preacher from the deep South, arriving in ‘poor impoverished India, where the cheats and scammers live, the crude… 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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Change
I’m seeing another psychiatrist tomorrow to solve a more than a decade problem of sleepless nights, anxiety badly harmonising with my soul’s music, and depression feeding on my energy like a leech, getting fat while I become emotionally malnourished and eat and smoke and drink, hoping pork chops, Marlboro Reds and wine will become a… Continue reading
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When all is said and done
When all is said and done where will I stand? With the degenerate or the enraptured holy throng? Will death’s door lead to Eden’s viridescent land? I’ve clasped the feeble coward’s hand, lost to distressing reverie and contemplating hard and long. When all is said and done where will I stand? … Continue reading
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Listening to Opeth and dreaming of freedom
She taps her fingers on the windowpane while listening to Opeth. Within her, there’s this thirst for freedom, a need to escape the Sphinx by solving its riddles. But what is this menacing, monstrous Sphinx, though? It’s a plethora of things combining to form one grotesque creature, ranging from a Brahminical upbringing steeped in caste,… Continue reading
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An insane Babu who wants to be Charles V
1 I should have invested in the electric car industry, made a profit and opened a restaurant, hired a fantastic chef with his team of ambitious sous-chefs, earning one Michelin Star for its Tandoori Foie Gras, two, for its deconstructed Octopus Biryani and three, for its Flavours of India… Continue reading
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When words on a page no longer matter
I’d give up all my words to spend an eternity with you. I’d crumple these sentences and toss them in the bin. I’d give up on language, meaning, symbols, hieroglyphics, and the art of saying one thing and meaning another if time ceased, and perpetuity carried us, making us drift through stars, planets and comets. A… Continue reading
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Laughter club
I used to play football in a sports complex all those years ago, and there was a laughter group who’d roar, cackle, shout and scream, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, and though they hadn’t diagnosed me yet, my depression began assailing me then, making me wonder how these people… Continue reading
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The shift to self
It isn’t like I’ve not forgiven my father, the brutish man who cared so much about what people thought. The memories of the motes of dust settling on me while I whimpered, facing the door length mirror, my mother struggling to fend him off are now whispers, muted sounds… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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