tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356447622024-03-07T09:51:43.002+04:00Changing LanesStainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.comBlogger633125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-28518241791962375772023-09-07T07:49:00.001+04:002023-09-07T07:49:09.467+04:00She Used To Be Mine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="319" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/53GIADHxVzM" width="475" youtube-src-id="53GIADHxVzM"></iframe></div><br /><div class="ujudUb" style="text-align: center;"><span>She's imperfect but she tries</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>She is good but she lies</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>She is hard on herself</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>She is broken and won't ask for help</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>She is messy but she's kind</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>She is lonely most of the time</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>She is all of this mixed up</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span>And baked in a beautiful pie</span></div>Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-77718965630299983652021-03-20T05:29:00.004+04:002021-03-20T05:29:41.676+04:00 a moment in timea moment in time<br />an emptiness inside<br />broken<br />shattered<br />oblivious to pain<br />or hate<br />or love<br />Maybe this is perfection<br />absolution<br />disappointment<br />Carry on the burden<br />soft<br />delicate<br />drowning in air<br />broken<br />shattered<br />surrender to pain<br />of hate<br />of love<br />of everything ever was<br />A snap<br />a silence<br />distraught with happiness<br />with sadness<br />soft<br />delicate<br />an emptiness inside<br />a moment in time<p>- stained</p><p><br /></p>Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-24828177985854540222020-07-20T01:57:00.000+04:002020-07-20T01:58:04.741+04:00For Aisha <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-64910187520174725262020-07-05T00:42:00.001+04:002020-07-05T00:42:10.781+04:00I’m petrified that you’re dying by design<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-75711166240366297042020-05-26T20:58:00.001+04:002020-05-26T20:58:35.603+04:00Bharat Chauhan - Tu Hoti Toh<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Kya </div>
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Kya Hota </div>
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Tujhe main </div>
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ishq karta </div>
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Tu woh </div>
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pe k main </div>
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kabhi na marta </div>
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Tu mere </div>
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raazon ka bhi </div>
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ansuna </div>
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raaz hoti</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-52165027112173304212020-02-22T20:37:00.001+04:002020-02-22T20:37:05.282+04:00Lauv - Modern Loneliness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="style-scope yt-formatted-string" dir="auto">We’re never alone but always depressed, yeah</span><br />
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-60580764123120504072019-12-29T22:57:00.000+04:002020-02-25T15:26:58.917+04:00Manchester Orchestra - The Silence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Little girl you are cursed by my ancestry</div>
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There is nothing but darkness and agony</div>
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I can not only see, but you stopped me from blinking</div>
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Let me watch you as close as a memory</div>
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Let me hold you above all the misery</div>
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Let me open my eyes and be glad that I got here</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-13792293165157331702019-10-26T01:56:00.002+04:002019-10-26T01:56:34.505+04:00The Only<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Talkin' to voices in my head</div>
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Because at least they're listening</div>
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Right here's an easy place to hide </div>
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I'll stay in bed and shut the blinds</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-81607985551172392672019-07-10T08:07:00.001+04:002019-07-10T08:07:39.930+04:00You were good to me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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And I'm so used to letting go </div>
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But I don't wanna be alone </div>
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You were good to me </div>
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You were good to me, yeah, oh</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-80988547434401706912019-06-18T23:37:00.001+04:002019-06-18T23:37:25.076+04:00ILLENIUM, Jon Bellion - Good Things Fall Apart <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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That night when we fogged up the windows in your best friends car, </div>
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Cause we couldn’t leave the windows down in december
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-41514196922525792792019-03-17T17:53:00.002+04:002019-07-10T08:08:01.428+04:00EDEN - drugs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Till my chest is on fire<br />
And my head just won't die<br />
I guess I'm lying cause I wanna<br />
I guess I'm lying cause I don't<br />
Cause I just feel so tired<br />
Like it's move or slowly die<br />
You ain't you when you're like this<br />
This ain't you and you know it<br />
But ain't that just the point?<br />
You don't know
How to let go<br />
Who said this must be all or nothing?<br />
But I'm still caught below<br />
And I'll never let you know<br />
No I can't tell you nothing</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-8152672133395175912019-01-03T00:39:00.000+04:002019-01-03T00:39:08.494+04:00Tera Woh Pyar (Nawazishein Karam)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Raat andheri mein chhup rahe the </div>
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Gum ek sawera dhoond rahe the </div>
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Sadiyon se jaise jaag rahe the </div>
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Pyar ko apne dhaanp rahe the
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-6618986729259276872018-11-24T02:50:00.001+04:002018-11-24T02:50:52.142+04:00There's No Way<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I wish I could make the time stop</div>
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So we could forget everything and everyone</div>
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I wish that the time would line up</div>
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So we could just give in to what we want</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-83191490999576752682018-10-15T22:28:00.000+04:002018-10-16T00:41:18.002+04:00End<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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you know that I've been here times before </div>
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and no one's watching </div>
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you won't ever know, that's right </div>
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you won't ever change my life </div>
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you won't ever change my mind</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-20937933982820259592018-04-06T14:45:00.001+04:002018-04-06T14:45:35.710+04:00It isn't in my blood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Help me, it's like the walls are caving in </div>
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Sometimes I feel like giving up </div>
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No medicine is strong enough </div>
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Someone help me
I'm crawling in my skin </div>
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Sometimes I feel like giving up </div>
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But I just can't </div>
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It isn't in my blood </div>
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It isn't in my blood</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-73532825573959691972018-02-25T04:08:00.000+04:002018-02-25T04:20:59.029+04:00These days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't bother writing my poetry down so it gets lost as my memory gets distracted with life. So I'm using words written by others.<br />
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Three years of ups and downs<br />
Nothing to show for it now<br />
And I know it ain't pretty when the fire burns out<br />
Calling me when I'm drunk, remind me of what I've done<br />
And I know it ain't pretty when you're trying to move on, yeah</div>
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I hope someday<br />
We'll sit down together<br />
And laugh with each other<br />
About these days, these days<br />
All our troubles<br />
We'll lay to rest<br />
And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days </div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-73487134349155067992017-03-12T23:48:00.000+04:002017-03-12T23:48:29.059+04:00Ed Sheeran - Happier<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you<br />
But ain't nobody need you like I do<br />
I know that there's others that deserve you<br />
But my darling I am still in love with you
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-7956954392211846732017-01-22T03:40:00.000+04:002017-01-22T03:40:56.909+04:00No Good<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's nice to see the band Kaleo get the exposure they've been getting lately for their song "Way down we go" especially through the "Logan" trailer. I discovered them last year and got instantly hooked to their music. "No Good" is by a long shot my favorite song of theirs.<br />
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-5866669065507515962016-12-19T02:46:00.000+04:002016-12-19T02:51:22.808+04:00Day Dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
19.12.16<br />
2:30am<br />
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Draped in red<br />
Amongst the crowd<br />
Enveloped in love<br />
An enduring limelight<br />
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Forever elevated<br />
A burden exonerated<br />
Mint snuffles<br />
Floral daydreams<br />
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A conclusion long owed<br />
Wrecked morose eyes<br />
Unsteady arms<br />
Remorseful pleasures<br />
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Those eyes<br />
Hard to believe<br />
Lost a heartbeat<br />
An enduring daydream<br />
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- Stained</div>
Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-54740131418794158912016-12-11T03:37:00.000+04:002016-12-11T03:40:15.859+04:00On my way to find you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Got miles to go, but from the day I started crawling</div>
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I was on my way to find you</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-1802713542944030962016-10-15T11:33:00.001+04:002016-10-15T11:34:57.396+04:00Right now<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The doctors believe that she's dying but we (and her therapist) see minor improvements. So the next time when we say she's doing okay... this is what we really mean.</blockquote>
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I've been off social media (and the internet to a certain extend) for over 4 months now Was supposed to post the above across social media and then get back to being active but no such post has materialized cause the internet is full of self obsessed freaks and I just feel so alienated from it all. I guess the bright side is my online life mirrors my offline life...<br />
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Right now isn't looking too bright<br />
Right now is where I don't want to be<br />
Right now is coming to an end<br />
Right now is the only place I belong<br />
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-64864258722315374052016-08-25T01:07:00.001+04:002016-10-15T11:34:34.980+04:00Changing times<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I recently got hired to photograph a previous gen Ford Mustang. My point of contact was in adulation of my photography style and kept raving about the pictures I had online. I was visibly confused since I barely had any of my latest work online. So I queried about the work he liked and he spoke about the pictures I'd taken around 6 years ago.<br />
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Over time I've matured into a photographer who depends less on Lightroom automated editing actions. Gone are the days of sephia toning and over the top post processing. I try to keep it as artless and reliable as possible cause it makes my work flow less muddled.<br />
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Thanks to this shoot, I had to retreat to those older times. I managed to navigate clear of the automation but sephia toning did rear its vintage obnoxious head. The pictures turned out as good as this summer weather would permit and the client seemed relatively content with my sweats. Did I personally enjoy it? Oddly yes. I had fun looking over my older work and revisit some of those old techniques. It felt audacious. Makes you recognize how mundane life is if such trivial thing thrills you.<br />
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Oh simple thing where have you gone?</div>
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I'm getting old and I need something to rely on</div>
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So tell me when you're gonna let me in</div>
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I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin<br />
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Tired of being visible among strangers so I guess I'd kick some dust here and be a stranger among strangers. Alive and kicking (and pulling a hamstring while at it)... toodles</div>
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-60593122535024321992015-01-13T04:17:00.001+04:002015-01-13T04:17:44.678+04:00He’ll be alright<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
2015.01.13<br />
4:12am<br />
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A little boy buried in shadows<br />
Hissing to the world<br />
Memories unheard of<br />
Stories untying alone<br />
Unbelievable or miraculous<br />
What if he did something?<br />
Something really bad<br />
Spewed disgust<br />
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A sugary vengeance<br />
It will break you they said<br />
Outside the unrealities<br />
Desolate or lucid<br />
The prayer surely responded<br />
Preserving the loved<br />
Tickled disdain aligned<br />
Embrace that breathe<br />
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That bundle of joy<br />
Who would have guessed it?<br />
Draped in bandages<br />
Behind glass doors<br />
A little girl sinking in air<br />
Outside the unrealities<br />
Between his fingers<br />
He’ll be alright<br />
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Stainedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17718001009325538247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35644762.post-8635715144430444052014-05-16T21:38:00.003+04:002014-05-16T21:41:17.464+04:00The annoying human<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Every time she hissed... Blood dripped from her mouth.</div>
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Her body was crushed & she was slowly letting go.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The human sat nearby helpless.</div>
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With rising hospital bills, I've reached at a point where every
Dirham is precious. Every expense that can be eluded has been cut out of my
life. No outings (not that I'm in a social mood lately), no petrol pump
refreshment stops, no internet on the phone etc. I've even cut out on Salik
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So I haven't picked up a dead cat off the road for a while.
Reasons mainly being I haven't seen any that were on roads I could stop on or
they already had their guts spilled all over so there wasn't much to save. Today
on the way to Friday cricket (my daughters arrival has been delayed by more
than a month so I'm enjoying the last few weeks of cricket left this summer) I
took the longer route to avoid Salik. Two minutes from my destination I spotted
a cat in the middle of the road. I quickly double parked on the side, wrapped a
plastic bag around my hand like a glove and tried to pick up the dead cat. But it wasn't dead. As soon as I touched it, she lifted her head up and hissed at me.
Broken rear legs and a back with blood wounds; and a blood laden mouth… she
looked at me with disdain threatening to bite me if I touched her again. I
stood there, in the middle of the road staring at her as she refused to let
me pick her up. She’d turn her head quickly in my direction every time I moved
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After a while a bunch of laborers passed by asking me if I’d hit
it. I said no and told them I wanted to move it to the side. One of them got me
a long pipe so that I could slowly nudge her. And nudge her I did. Every time
the pipe touched her, she would hiss at me. She’d dig her front nails into the
gravel, fighting my every nudge. But she was broken and was getting tired. The
stupid human was annoying her and all she wanted was to sleep. After several
nudges and a trail of blood, she was on the side of the road away from the
traffic. A strong breeze blew by and as cats always do… she lifted her head, closed her eyes and
enjoyed that cold breeze on her face. Then she laid her head down trying to
fall asleep. But the human kept fidgeting in the spot he sat and that kept
waking her up. A few more tired hisses and the human decided to leave her at
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I left her to suffer as she slowly let it go. Maybe the instant
death another car would have given her might have been better. I do not know. I went back
after the game of cricket. She was right where I’d left her though I think
she’d tried to move as she was facing the other way. I picked her limp body up
and laid her down in the sand nearby. The gleam in her eyes was still there and
as filmy as it gets, I tried to close them. They wouldn't close and there was
nothing more left for me to do....</div>
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