I know you would think I am stupid, a fool or whatever foul name your minds evaporates. But consider if Christmas hadn’t fallen on a Tuesday?. Is not my fault if Sunday crept into Tuesday without its permission.
And the voice came to seduce me once again…of home. I caught it, laid a pillow over it and watched it struggle…till she became quiet, till home became the long stretched road that was an end itself not a route to a journey or destination but an end to a destination.