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Most benevolent was her touch, yet most acerbic was her slap. Most amiable was her calamity, yet most pathetic was her rage. Most expensive was her smile, yet most devoid was her sneer. And there she stood, with all her power and all her grace. She was a mother indeed, who had total control over her progeny. Yet, there I was, sitting in that corner. I was weeping: my tears for companionship, my woes for a sympathetic touch. My unheard cries were about to storm. If a drop of blood can go unseen, then why a piece of flesh scrutinized? Where the blood-shedding eye may pass unobserved, my eyes with blood are bound to shine. The luminosity of my smiles was all but watched. Today my mother shall see, and dread my sparkle. The sparkle that comes of the midst of blood…

There was a time though when I was dear. My joy would bloom the flowers for good. My songs would bless a thousand birds. My fragrance would sweeten a thousand blossoms. But then came a day when my love got shared. My creator would open his ears for him. I had still a say. But nebulous it had become this day. I envied one, the perfect that was. I tried to be the most affable. Yet, he would get the love all times. My mother was inclined to love and prejudiced towards me. And then I rebelled. I promised to myself that not just I, but he shall also not find the truth.

Most intimate friend…hhh! Friendship is the best way to stab from the back. I made up with him and took my knife. Now he was bad too. Not just I but he too had tasted the fruit of sin. I pity that pour soul. How aloof his dearest went. He could not see nor hear Him long. But still he cried for him. I challenged still he cried still. Those tears were picked up. They did not sere the function of mere droplets. They bore the fruit of innocence still.

I am once again left alone. This solitude distresses my soul. I am not going to remain companionless for long. What is it that I lack? I have determination I have charm. Though I lack lure, yet I shall cover that through the attraction of m wrong. I shall curtain the prospects with momentary joys. And I shall win. Shall win indeed…!!!