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“Threats”

25 Tuesday Sep 2012

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“So I hear you threatened to kill him” he says.

I go “what the fuck” in my head. Why the hell would I threaten to kill an idiot, who is not even worth the effort.

I tell him, “ if I intend to kill someone I would not go around threatening them in advance.”

I mean isn’t it like the stupidest thing one could ever do? If I were serious about killing someone, I might as well keep my mouth shut, so as not to have intention for the crime present. If I were to go around claiming I would kill the individual, I am merely going to bust my own defense. One should think crime and criminal law together, at least me thinks.

“ So are you thinking of killing me too?” he asks. (I be very clueless as to where that question came from, maybe he thought I was a serial killer or something.)

My reply “well if I were to kill you, you will not know of it, till you are dead. Like I mentioned before, for death that materialises, threats will not be present!”

(Silence)

I think for once, I shocked the man! Success!

Little things that “sometimes” tend to matter..

06 Wednesday Apr 2011

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It does not take much to hurt someone. I realised it last night. After having dialled a number for too many times without a response, I called home. Mum was elated to hear my voice, so was dad. Mum started to go on saying that she tried to call me several times and that she had not been able to get through. I felt guilty all of a sudden, remembering how many times I had called a certain someone and how many times I had not called them who actually did dial my number despite it being an IDD call.

It was funny to see an SMS popping on the screen at the end of the call stating “call me now?”

I realised that calls to where I am was way cheaper from home than it was for me to call home, which I still did, may be because I was a little too starry eyed. For a moment, all those walks to the 7/11 from the hotel to reload the phone seemed stupid.

Let’s just say I felt very stupid.

I replied “ called home, no credit, will talk later”

While feeling miserable Sonali’s number pops up on screen. I had called her a few minutes ago, and it was great to see her number appear on the screen. In my head I knew that she would call me back, on seeing the missed call. It was weird but somehow I had this weird feeling she would. One person I could count on despite our annual fights that turn out to be lethal at times.

I picked the call, heard her voice on the other end, and burst into tears, like an idiot.