Archive for November, 2015

A nightmare that didn’t even come true

November 22, 2015

We are together. Then falls night.  Everyone goes sleep.  The house has four rooms, a whole house quartered into four rooms from the centre.  I’m sleeping in the front one, with several others.  You are sleeping in the side back room, on a “baaz.”

Morning.  You wake up and come in the front room; normal.  Master asks, “She LIVES here?”  I am affirmative.

No one likes you in the house.  I loved you even when it was morning and we were awake.

Getting used to a new life (?)

November 20, 2015

This is one of those times – and such times occur a lot lately – when you have nothing to say. It’s around 10 in night and I’m sitting here wondering why do beards grow on men.

I hear the news that things are going good with me.  At least, I am free from the worries that used to trouble me when I was still alive.  Things have been sorted out now.  Everything has been put in place, where it should have been (rather than where it belonged).  Getting used to a new routine has not been that difficult.  I wake up in the morning, I go to work, I kill time, I call it a day.  Nights bring some respite.  Sleep brings few hours of real non-existence.

If you ask me, I am content with this new life (if we are allowed to call it a life in the first place).