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Swati .

Abstract Drama Others

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Swati .

Abstract Drama Others

Convenience

Convenience

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For no apparent reason, I remember that day even today 

One of the most disturbing memories for an idealist

There was a Recess bell, quiet whisper

Just as quiet as it's supposed to be

A friend of mine

 with crooked teeth and a pink smile 

Standard we were in maybe 7 th or 8 th 

She called me with embarrassed eyes and a helpless gaze

Warmth of air with some sounds

And the next thing I remember we were in halls

Me behind her, another friend aside from her

We walked to the home of suppressed giggles

Stinky rooms and random prickles


The two of us stood in front of the door 

Waiting for it to be closed

Though we were alone

She whispered again

We knew it was her first period

What we came to know is what stuck with me for years

She was bleeding from the other day

Pure and warm her blood ran red

Her mother was on fast, there was no way

For her to know how to fix a pad


Baffled for a moment I took her hand

One step forward and closed the door behind me

Sighing in relief I saw the other friend

I felt the trench of pessimism stand behind me


Looked in her eyes, I faked a smile 

To calm down her heart and my mind

The blue cloth was soaked in red,

We started looking for something white

Pad was upside down or tilted out

I can't really point out the mistake now

But I remember telling her it wasn't placed right

I remember disposing of the old and putting up the new one

She remembers my focused eyes, no change in expressions

Probably she still remembers all of my instructions

We both washed hands with the same soap that day

We both cursed the world, I'm sure, that day


And the three of us walked down the halls

With four wet hands, one chalk smitten skirt

For years I responded to her calls

With eyes full of gratitude, I'm not sure I deserved 

And I've tried to rug it down in history, hoping the world's better

But now and then I find myself 

repeating some questions over and over 

How difficult was it?

How inconvenient was it?

How convenient ignorance must be?


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