
"The
air I breathe is doped with Carbon of your Mercedes, the air you breathe is
purified by air freshener of your AC adding the spice of your flavor. Your
shoes boast pitch roads, my slippers cries mud. Your black suit speaks the vulgar
language which my cheap t-shirt will never understand. Under your pillow is the
bundle of money, under my pillow is photograph of my brother who was killed in
your people's movement."
I live in this world where one has to burn candles in
night due to shortage of power in the nation. You live in the world where the
wires never know what it is to run out of electronic beams.
It is steamy 46 degree in my...