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The Enemy

Its been like over a month now, a month of constant resistance…But the enemy is still strong. And the rising mercury for some reason unable to weaken him. We d thought it will come to our aid. The temperatures that was definitely an advantage counted, but it’s not working. New strategies need to be worked out. We are unable to understand how the enemy manages to mute out all voices, all sounds, till the sun is way above horizon. And it takes repeated THUDS to break the enemies sound trap.

It started at the onset of winters, as we gradually allowed them into our rooms… they lay limply in a corner first, and then spread their expanse to engulf everything, glued us to them, kinda addicted. But little did we know that the enemy in disguise would someday turn so strong , and we would helplessly return to him every night, and stay there unable to release one from his grip.

we do not have the strength yet to lift him and bury him deep down, ther’s a fear of another cold wave… what if one may just need him then… at that critical moment. We were thankful to him at first… glad of their presence… but now… oh we wish we could shake him off..

The enemy still strong around as we write here… wrapped around… the enemy… “the quilt”

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Minya said…
Oh, i adore the way you've written this!
July 24, 2011 at 2:00 PM
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