the people in this city are so frail. they are brittle , have skin of paper and hair of spider silk.
delicate and precious. blown from glass, blown by wind, unable to bend or break, they are as tough as tensile steel, stiff as starched cotton and generally oblivious to real life.
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I like the similies and metaphors used in the post.
ReplyDeleteGood one!
~Iyerponnu
thanks :). i think i'm on a poetic prose spree these days. I try to spare my friends from most of them, only this one found its way to blog....
ReplyDeleteI felt the same way when I was in your city for a vacation. I feel like adding more like -- They live like dolls in a museum playing with gadgets that make them more real in a virtual world.The women are all the same irrespective of the looks ( i am not talking of straight hair..;) but they are all creatures of mundane madness that they get spiralled to nothing but plastic beings only emotion being occasional smooching.. where i cld see only lips and no heart..involved.It is a claustrophobic ultra modern city with sauve urbane society who exist and dont live.The city and its people are just like the facade of its multistorey buildings; beautiful outside made of hollow material inside.Golden fishes in the aquarium ..get out to the sea..!!
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