His senses had been fogged by shock and confusion, and he had lain in his lair hungry and mentally shattered.
As the day progressed, the fog surrounding his brain slowly cleared. It was replaced by pain.
Miss Nuyen started bubbling over with anger, but years of ritualistic practice held her down.
"Namo Amitabh Buddh, Namo Amitabh Buddh..." she continued, trying to hurry through the 10 minutes frantically.
"See, I can't even see what is so obvious to you. I am like these coffee beans soiling whatever they touch and completely useless thereafter."
"Wish I were more like these other two, still holding their own after all their troubles."
Rosh’s face darkened at this barrage of profanity spewing out of his child’s mouth. Not caring to investigate the incident any further and uncaring about who was at fault, his temper flared.
“Shut your mouth”, he rebuked viciously, “It is like a sewer, with only dirt flowing through.”
“Involuntarily, she returned his smile but kept her peace. She decided to ignore the cookie hustler, hesitatingly munching away at the bikkie.”
“But troubles don’t generally go away when we ignore them. They persist or become bolder, until we can ignore them no more.”
"I sometimes feel like doing some damage," Josh's eyes were filled with tears, "they are so unfair. They are not my schoolmates, but curses that plague me constantly."
"It annoys me so much, I don't know what to do with them... Or myself... Anymore."
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