its indeed for me a painful narration. we were together for past 7 years till yesterday. when the day came he was about to go out. here starts the tension between insider and outsider. the pain of living a full life without a job. in the big city nobody to support, no shelter to sleep a while, strangeness par excellence. all are good people but all are strangers.
the other day my friend bargained in the blood bank. he needs thousand Rupees for his 500ml blood. they agreed and he gabe 500ml blood, to support himself atleast for the next one week in the metropolitin city. the price of blood, the price of life, my god forgive me. he was tired, fainted, and troubled.
he informed me that i didn't get any job, so i sold my blood...
to sustain here somebody is selling blood, selling himself...
the aftermath of economic recession... the colour of balls... the fate....whatelse...
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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