If i had a wish, it would be to forget yesterday or undo the incident for that matter. Rage! Rage that would make even hell's fire seem lukewarm in my fury. I spoke of words that i barely comprehend, faster than that that i could grasp. These piercing words, that gushed unceasingly, would have cost but a wound which would take a life-time to mend. Close was i to hurting her; she that i love most, her hands that rocked my 'sarung', that held mine through my darkest of days, that shared my joy, even tears that i shed in quiet. All these but for my insensible buying. I lay that night reminiscing, in utter shame of my action. I understood not of what i have done.
She i swore to protect, even lay down my life for; Now i hurt. I am sorry, mom!
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Call it whatever you want; be it the can, loo, toilet, wc, restroom, bathroom, tandas,...it has and will always be a sanctuary of solitude, a refuge for the weary soul. The Tandas.
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