What's left ?
What's left is what has always been left.
The promised sex without guilt. Casual, easy, without commitments. Just as it is. It will never be.
And what else ?
Life. Easy. Without having to whore oneself for some unnecessary bull-shit money because wife wants something like a washing machine. Just creating. Just being. I have part of it now in my exile in that tree-lined campus. A house, where I have just furniture enough for one room. Not even that. I just have a bed. The table and chair that is there in my bedroom belongs to the company that has forgotten that it is there.
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About Me
- Tapas Bandyopadhyaya
- Kolkata, India
- A woman had some dreams. A man had some dreams. Out of their dreams, some in conflict, some in common, this dream was born with dreams of its own. And began floating. It sought the sky and was blown to the gutters. Was torn to bits by the girl who is my companion. Was trampled by the office crowd on the pavements of Calcutta streets. And yet it lives. And dreams.
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