Everyone loved to dream, so did I. I think I did imbibe a difference, by scripting a different tale. Born with a silver spoon? No. Neither did I have to learn under a street light. ‘Middle class’ is the term. Perhaps it is this cousin who exhausted her bank account for making herself look better, who inspired me to strive elevating to the higher class. Luxury cars often fascinated me during my long walks towards work. The money saved by each walk would never add up to get me one. Forefathers apparently were lazy enough, for they didn’t even leave me a legacy to boast about. All that would deter me from wanting to jump out of this cattle class was the serenity that often filled my mind. It didn’t take the transient dreams too long a time to win their battle over my love affair with serenity. A devil walked in to my life; shook my hands. Short cut to richness would lure any sane mortal, I reasoned. Time took a faster leap. My eyes just blinked. It was all going to happen. The brand new smile that I gave birth to let me bypass conscience. Bureaucracy turned out to be a fun. A sharp brain; timely silence; seasonable grins all favoured me. I played with red tapes.
The green-eyed monsters were more powerful. The current location from where I write this is just a proof of how strong they are. Trust me; this was never the victory of truth. The level of corruption that I exercised was weaker than what they could. Or, perhaps I was just a novice. Well, penitence doesn’t flood my words. That doesn’t however mean that I would ride along the same path as soon as I get released from here. My love, believe me when I say that my heart is still pure. I know you will. Well who should read me better? When I say that I would not dare to turn deaf to your thoughts anymore, it is recommended that you take it as a promise, at least for now. Life is complicated. Too many neuronal circuits are firing from within, so let me conclude for now. See you soon.
With lots of love,
