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The handkerchief

By S.D. Sycther

I know you are grateful to me, because if you are not you will be once you go through this provision.

"That day after he left me alone in the streets of Havana, I was alone amid all the dogs out there. I needed him pretty badly that day. My eyes started leaking droplets of the amulet. I was more involved in making myself fit emotionally. The darkness was killing me from all 10 corners. The dogs were barking, the snakes were out, the owl was playing the flute very well, the trees were dancing and amid all, there were powerful DJs all around which sounded moderately heartbreaking but extremely disgusting. You won't like to hear such trash sounds just after your better-half just proved to be the worse-half. It was like there were people around committing and vomiting on each other but there was none to wipe my tears. Then from the exposed pockets of my micro-mini, came out him and he cleared the drainage of sorrow and soaked the rest in him. He took all my sorrow and made it his forever. There can be none like him. Oh, my hanky! I shall be grateful to you for the rest of the life." Lola, a prostitute on the handkerchief.

If someone wants to be the victor of the Miss. Hygiene, She has to use me. There is a sect of the human beings who can't eat without me. I am employed in most of the world and none of my children is jobless currently. I soothe my sister. She is used to doing the most unhygienic works that the mankind has known. Hope you get what is meant by the above sentence.
 They have released the shader for my animation since I am considered to be the most important criteria if your software wants to remain in the competition or not. My fall has got mathematical logics and sequences, I never knew. But that will be going too virtual and I have to stick to the reality.

You have to be when you are involved in cleaning someone's mucus or the variety of fancy fluids that the animal tends to leak. Sometimes I laugh on these humans, they leak chemicals and I have to do the work of cleaning them much like the scavenger does to nature. And the only thing that surprises me is instead of having pity on the character, the people are more involved in making fun of each other as if nothing has ever leaked from their portal. 

If you weren't surprised, there is another class of humans who is totally involved in making the issue of "being on par with the foreigners". They carry the handkerchief just to imitate the westerners and be par with them. What is the logic behind all these? Look, I understand that the third world needs to e more and more developed but a piece of cloth is nowhere the solution, right. But I feel proud when I find people seldom showing respect for me. Like, people like to put me in their coat pockets and all that stuff. It is funny to see, the tissue paper being employed to do the dirty work instead of me. I can tease him for that. After all, I am the handkerchief.

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