Sick

It is 11 P. M. I am up. Sleep is nowhere.

This world. I don’t know what kind of a place this was, and has become. I was reading newspaper, the Hindustan Times. I saw this news and now mind is sick.

I am not sure of the feeling I have right now. It’s mixed. There’s disgust, rage, shame and a lot more I can’t recognise.

I want to write long paragraphs, condemning these horrible acts. I can’t. I am numb with an inability to act on anything specific.

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