The countryside calls me back.
I miss the music of the flowing river flirting with rocks, which spawns folklore about its origin and the blessings and curses it carries.
I watch my shapely wife, wearing a red swimming costume, complete the 50 laps she does every day to meet her fitness goals.
She is dedicated, but the stagnant pool does nothing to inject energy into her.
She will be out soon, sleeping on the wooden bed and soaking in the city sun to tan a beautiful fair skin.
I wonder why my mother scrubbed us with gram flour on Sundays.
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What a contrast between the river swim and the ‘stagnant pool’.
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The former probably takes more effort 😊 I am not a swimmer.
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Interesting last line, good stuff
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Thank you so much!
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nicely done Reena! I enjoyed this a lot!
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Good to know that.
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Interesting ending.
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That’s a major difference between the Asian penchant for fair skin, and the increased sale of bronzers 😂
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Very true. We are obsessed with “white/ gori “ skin.
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I may be wrong, but I read this as being about false consciousness
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You are right.
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Yes, there is something honest and peaceful about living in the countryside. Lovely.
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Thank you, James!
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You have some lovely memories.
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Thanks! 😊
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🙂🥰🙂
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