Morning alarm

The school bus arrives at 7 am every day. It notifies everyone, even the non-student me, with its shrill piercing horn. I’m lucky if I’m awake by then. Else it feels like a spear puncturing my ear, or a nail being hammered in from the other ear, or both happening at the same time, and …

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Sound logic

Just another day to scurry back home. Like ants, we keep our heads down and follow the trail. Wrapped in the metal armour of cars and buses, our ears filter out noise like the shutter of a camera, and still fail, as the pinpricks on the road perforate eardrums and transform them into sieves. No …