Blood Spilled

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She laughed. Carelessly.

The horses rode the waters for a change. Slow, but the visual and the aural made up for the velocity of the horses.

The trees swayed to wind. Dusty but windy. The shrubs sashayed in the open. The grass freshened in the evening light. The expectation of rains it seemed.

The sun had made his last appearance, retiring early in the day. The dark clouds had taken over. Sun had brought it upon himself. For a while, he would have no say in to what happened below the cover of those thick cumulonimbus clouds.

The birds waited ratted out their understanding of what was next. The dogs followed suit in . The bats welcomed the early nightfall.

Nightfall. Sunset. Work day ends. He comes back.

They get in. Sounds shut. The walls gradually close in.

Blood has been spilled today. Tomorrow will be a different scene.
Or is there still hope? Hope for the mankind?



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There is more to life than just living, she complained. Philosophy, quipped the kid who had lived the as many days as her age. Or maybe more. More snigger.

She adjusted those larger than life spectacles. Her worries kept her busy for a long time now, even those silly spectacles got on her nerves. She sniggered now. More followed from everybody in the room.

She wished a lot of things, she started listing and categorizing, filing under the family, the friends, the kids, the husband, the neighbors, the acquaintances and the street folks ‘banners’. All people related, she exclaimed inside. Inside excitement was good, she laughed inwards. Small short lived happiness. The things she wished for. She wanted more. She did not wish for death. Death seemed too easy. She wanted her type to be extinct.