Sunday, June 16, 2013

Of Choice And Identity

(WC)

"You mean to quit, right?"

A wry smile played on his lips on meeting this inquisition. Stout, bald, bold, bereft of apparent signs of definitive masculinity. More of, what you call, effeminate.

Down below, a conglomeration of quotidian caricatures jeered, sneered and called names.


"What if I want to return back to umbilical purity, and falsify society's claim of a man's relation to his fellow man? Choice?"

"Meaning?"


"Meaning I will retire, not quit," said the silent crusader, the crowning prince - Chitrangada.

Heavens, oblivious of his shine, forgot to shower the lightning of shame; and instead brought down the mist of pity.



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Cornerstones : 
'prince', 'lightning', 'conglomeration', 'relation', 'oblivious', 'mist', 'retire', 'umbilical'.
Approx. 100 words.

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