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Mosquitoes of Love

I don’t even know what I’m about to write or even what there’ll be in front of me after few minutes or maybe hours . But it is strange sitting alone in this world with a scary guard sitting few meters away from me levitating and striking his stick which makes a wired noise  telling I’m going to arrive soon and “Request” you to leave the noise which doesn’t even affect this dog sleeping in front of me with one of the sharpest ears in the world , as he’s habitual of hearing this noise  every time I’m here guess I can do the same with all my scoldings just like him far from awake in his wondrous dream land. Which do make me question do they even dream but I bet the way he’s swinging his tongue and scratching the ground it seems something delicious . Now here they’re in our journey we’re accompanied by mosquitoes too. I guess how’s this palace of justice is going to punish them for the enormous amount of blood they have stolen. From king to beggar from slave to masters they have been fair with all of them and unlike any discrimination or biasedness they have treated everyone equally . I guess this palace of justice will note this too. But a crime is crime maybe it can’t be reimbursed by good, as it takes a lot to be good but a single mistake and the castle of glass shatters away now you won’t be seen as a god but the aggression's going to burn you in the infinite circles of inferno . But what if it’s reverse what if you have always build your empire on the darkest and hardest rocks and in the end at top you leave you’re mark with something good like a cherry over cake like a golden dome over you’re dark pyramid , trust me you’ll be a hero the world will have a spark in there eyes for you they’ll cheer , praise , hail suddenly you’ll be a good man as you emerged from something you weren’t as human eyes die for deviations the world’s excited for change something new something you haven’t heard before and that’s what matters perception a mountain’s prone to the word beautiful but swamp isn’t calling a coward brave a crippled the fastest runner like calling a poor sir , adjectives never disappoints anyone just it affects some more than others like a song gifted to silence . Sometimes you can be biased to nature too. Sooner a movie depicting your kindness and bravery will be restored the world’ll forget your crimes and hatred you’ll become Escobar they’ll admire you for your bold steps your attitude vigor sense they’ll call you a caring father son and husband forgetting how many of those you snatched . No doubt you’ll be a hero , and that’s the perk of being smoke in clouds of doubt.

Just like the word flashing right to me reading as Legal Aid Clinic like two separate ends joined together forming a great misnomer. One where you learn justice on the basis of some rules written by some odd individuals about whom you know nothing. Still you’re judging thousands of lives on the basis of it pride and prejudice. And the other word clinic whose dictionary meaning read as one confined to bed by sickness. So No doubt you’ll obviously get sick being judged like this joined by the secluded word aid , Whose intentions don’t seem great to me. And if you’re still reading this than hope you can accompany me in the Legal Aid Clinic . Where one half is gown other apron one black and other white not to mention they're not even colors as technically In physics, a color is visible light with a specific wavelength. Black and white are not color because they do not have specific wavelengths. Instead,white light contains all wavelengths of visible light. Black, on the other hand, is the absence of visible light. One hand there’ll be gavel and other accompanied by stethoscope no doubt both are circular with no begging middle or end where medicines are accompanied by articles and clauses from the book called law read by none practiced by all with no margin or limit with words describing you innocent or culprit. 

Still it’s an honor to be bitten by a mosquito with a vivid probability that his genes have the blood of Escobar , Aristotle or Galallelio maybe they had a failed attempt on Edison but have tasted Tesla conquered by Alexander and drawn by Da- Vinchi . But there’s a catch now the poor creature has to bite my soulmate otherwise the cycles incomplete or at-least injustice betrayal to title  , as she can be anywhere in this world and guessing the poor life span he has I do feel empathy for him but work is work this mosquito now has to travel the thousand of miles or maybe few meters he has to live and keep transferring his genes reproducing just for the sake of cycle he has to roam search cross mountains , rivers and not to mention the technology has given several predators to them too, the poor fellow has to camouflage learn the new techniques to survive just to live . It’s even hard to imagine the massive burden he has taken now. But I know he’ll find her and hope he’ll bite her sharp enough to realize how hard I’m missing her , and tasting the present of endowment to realize how special you’re and for being immortal as when he’ll see in the eyes of reverberation which are thousands of lenses compounded together he’ll found a spark and they’ll be called the mosquitoes of love.

And I guess they’ll bite everyone who even looks at Legal Aid Clinic once. 

By- Kshitij Sinha

27/10/2016