Only one blade is found in the room, slight rusty though.
''You better live in peace with bloody Maria. I quit.'' That's all for the suicide note. Suddenly the phone rings, just before the blade touches wrist veins. Asif, the new colleague at office has sent a friend request. The dashing guy observed me; the thought goes viral within the neurons.
The blade fells down. A rusty blade might cause tetanus. Even a rusty relationship does, too.
Inertia of motion
It is the very first time the rural old lady comes to an urban modern mall with her trembling knees. The moving escalator makes her surprised, worried, frightened and most importantly inert. Everyone is here ultra-mobile, leaving her alone. Her knees are hesitating like never before.
Suddenly electricity collapses at the mall. The escalator stops moving. Each and every apparently mobile person becomes motionless.
It's then when the old lady finds her way across the silent stairs.
The local majority leader who sets out one morning with a machete attracts hate filled stare from his wife. His daughter pleads, ''Babala, don't go.''
The Rakhine Muslim neighbourhood is burnt to ashes. He explores a hut at the Rakhines, where a man mourns for his deceased infant along with his sick wife and a daughter aged ten years.
The leader slaughters everyone but the girl, turns to her for pleasure. She screams, ''Spare me, Babala!''
The word 'Babala' freezes him, ''Isn't she my daughter?''
The Muslim girl lives therein for entire life, not reverting her faith.