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on my three month winter holiday to bombay my parents continue to worry about the frail condition of my body and my strong aversion to food…i hate to eat during the day and have a habit to eat once a day only…in the evening in the morning i always drink twenty cups or a large jug of watery tea very light with no milk…it was accepted as i grew up in darjeeling and tea was our favourite beverage…i never ate breakfast nor eat lunch and my father always bribed me with 10 rupees for every chapatti i ate
i had this odd habit of always eating in a
bowl…and if served on a plate i clearly remember spending one sunday at the
beach i am tired and lie on the sand the sound of the ocean waves all day starts to
drown into me home in my room tired and sleepy suddenly the room seems to
become even darker i am sweating with fear and
unable to do anything i just need to watch the blue
light that i can see at the end of the tube so much panic but totally
helpless i look up to the ceiling the whole room is vibrating and
the walls are moving i get up and feel completely
free i run outside the house and i want to get close to it it must be 2 am…my parents want me
back in my bed they have the servant stay with me
till 6 am
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