A vendor’s high octave call in the morning teased me out of the book I had been hooked, from the deepest corner of my house, where sometime I couldn’t even hear the house bell. I had to see him. How could one have developed that shrill in your voice? His bearded face would make me grit my teeth. Wish I had that cursing power like old gods to forever banish him from this locality or banish his voice whenever he arrives near my house.
At that moment, it occurred to me, actually he had been cursed to speak like this in this modern world by gods of house-maintenance.
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