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Chinese lessons are our favourite because we don't attend any.

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Twilight

The usual brown scrunchie in her hair, a dingy little bag slung at her front. Black diminutive sneakers that she wears. I see her every morning, wonder if she realises that. She takes a few steps forward, and the doors slide open. Habits are hard to change, aren't they? I take the same spot every morning. She too. She leans her head against the glass, and I do the same. Across me, a mirror image. I'm falling fast asleep, the music in my ipod segueing from rock to slow, the train swaying lightly as though it has no wheels beneath. Occasional rocking back and forth, like a merciful lullaby. I look at the row of seats a few metres away. Fully occupied. Shoulder to shoulder. All eyes closed. Oblivious to the distracting blare coming from those speakers. It makes me sad to see the world so tired. World including myself. Because we know ultimately all that we have on Earth, we can't take them to our graves. If I were one of those naive girls who believed in magic, I'd wish for the world to remain in dark forever. That way, we never have to wake up. That way, the resigned expressions on our faces will never be exchanged. That way, there will be no reflection to see ours for ourselves.

Last laugh

Dear Physics,

I'm truly surprised you chose to be my foe this time. Does my love for Lit intimidate you? Are you so desperate for my attention that you took a deep plunge this time round? Frankly, I find it disturbing because there is no way you can thwart my passion. Try as you might, Lit will never be replaced. Not by you, you desperado. You're inciting regretful thoughts in me but you can't stay this way for long. I've decided to befriend you and maybe look at you with minimal affection, does this satisfy you now? You're looking like a loser, it puts you to shame. Maybe you'll plead for my forgiveness. Maybe you'll continue harbouring your evil intentions. Whatever the case, you're nowhere near Lit. I may include you in my daily schedules but between us there will never be love. Only responsibility. For the choice I made. Look, you have now won my time, not me, over. How pathetic is this?
You have made a great mistake- you belittled love.

I'm giving you a chance to repent, because Shakespeare once wrote "Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes."
I don't have to spell it out for you; What I just said above, that's Lit.

And what have I just done? I've personified you. What's that again?
Clearly, it shows my love has gone through the depths which you can only dream of reaching.

Through

I’m seated right at the front. Resting my chin on the bottle. Eyelids are weighing down. Limbs are almost motionless. Except for my right hand, because it’s the only thing that’s keeping me awake. I stare down at my paper. Red ink scrawled all over. While the lady before me speaks, I sense a veneer of hypocrisy. Not her, of course. How can she be blamed? It’s the way society functions. With the perpetuator invisible. While everyone runs this rat race. Aimlessly. Got me wondering, why do people bother running when they have absolutely no idea where they’ll reach ultimately? But this point is moot. Maybe in life, there is no answer because we are all brought up this way, accustomed to competing albeit we have no idea why. Maybe we have to search for the answer, but ultimately, what does it matter? Do we have a choice, even? To disqualify ourselves? Many have sought but never found. But truth is, I don’t think I’ll ever need any answer. Because He has found me. His grace alone, suffices. Life is just so overrated sometimes.