Sometimes children that are waaay too young play with explosives. Sometimes the same children stone me when I'm walking home from school. Sometimes my friends get rammed by a cow.
Most of the time people say "okeeh okeeh" to a question that requires a long answer. Most of the time I am in the spotlight. Most of the time I don't want to be. Sometimes old women shove in front of me in line. Sometimes they just shove me out of the way. Most of the time I don't have a clue I don't know what in Shiva's name is going on in my classes. Scratch that. That would be ALL the time. Sometimes streets flood with sewer water. Sometimes taxi drivers literally do not know how to drive and a figuring out the stick shift as they go. Sometimes one can hear chickens being killed from my bedroom window. Sometimes I wake up my roommate in the middle of the night because I'm laughing in my sleep. Sometimes I give people fake names like Christmas or Phallus and tell them I'm from India when they ask me the dreaded question, "allo madam which country?" Most of the time it deeply perturbs me. Sometimes I think of home and fail at pushing those sentimental thoughts out of my head. Some time is left for me to live this dream life. More times such as these will be had, for good and for bad.
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