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Lalitha AR


Walking back from the evening market, I couldn’t but stop looking at the house. An old, lonely house surrounded by empty lands filled with thorny bushes. It stood there still, overlooking the constant gush of waves from the Arabian Sea. Rundown and dusty, is there anything more pathetic than this structure? I should say yes, the one who lives there and that would be me. I had always been a loner and felt comfortable that way; I didn’t have a lot of friends, never found love and wasn’t good at socializing. But in recent days this loneliness was overwhelming. I craved for a company but there was none. As I unlocked the house and got in, I could feel the heat from the scorching rays of the sun through the windows facing the sea. I pulled the thick blinds that shut the light completely. There, in that dark room I…