I had many enemies, a few people, a few forces and a lot of climates. This is the one where he.at, one of my greatest enemies, gets into a sweaty and uncomfortable fight with my family and I. It was a pleasant sunny evening when my family and i were stuck in a traffic jam. Slowly the heat rose to our cheeks and stung with all its might. We started sweating uncomfortably and we were obsessed with putting on the air conditioner, but my brother had a cold. It was so hot, the heat was like a war machine determined to make us sweat every last drop of water we had in our bodies. After a while my brother seemed unaffected by his cold, but rather more irritated, because of the blistering heat. So we switched on the air con. It felt so relieving, like we had reached heaven without dying. Slowly, we found ourselves in hell. The heat was killing us. The heat had a mind of its own and would persevere to make us feel, hot restless, uncomfortable and sweaty. There was nothing we could do but bear the cruel evil heat till we got home. These few minutes seemed like times of great suffering mixed:famines, droughts, apocalypses and Armageddons together.
Monday, 23 March 2015
The Hostile Kitchen
The scorching fire on the stove gets ignited and a huge light blue flame flickers. The frostbiting refrigerator radiates a cold chattering, shivering draft of cold air. The sound of the sleek huge, sharp blade slashing away at the poor, unfortunate vegetable is deafening. The steam lost in the huge room has nowhere to go, hence forth, stays suffocating the living creatures in the room. The dishes getting a squeaky clean bath are not enjoying it since the never ending flow of water is terribly cold.
The pesky cockroaches, hiding like cowards from the light, among the boxes, munching away at a crumb of bread for they are starved and ravenous. The burnt rice separated from the rest of the food laid at the table waiting desperately for someone to eat it up. The noisy flies, buzzing, humming and hovering over the food. The only food laid out is spicy. The ants are aware and keep their distance. The moths not hungry but searching for light swarm near a tube light.
The pesky cockroaches, hiding like cowards from the light, among the boxes, munching away at a crumb of bread for they are starved and ravenous. The burnt rice separated from the rest of the food laid at the table waiting desperately for someone to eat it up. The noisy flies, buzzing, humming and hovering over the food. The only food laid out is spicy. The ants are aware and keep their distance. The moths not hungry but searching for light swarm near a tube light.
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