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A rancid taste

A Rancid Taste How does it feel when you’re told - it’s ok, they   are from the 60’s, they don’t know any better.  They like to keep upto date on business, technology, economy, politics - most current news and views - however for cultural upkeep they are old, too ingrained, from the old times.  You take it in. When you bring it up, no one lends an ear - Look we had a great time, so let it go. How does it feel to feel unsafe walking down a street full of men?  You know you can’t protect yourself  You build tactics like calling someone to create an invisible shield around you  The fear behind the facade doesn’t leave you for a long time.  The frustration of feeling that fear isn’t easy to shed off.  How does it feel when women say, we don’t know why women are unhappy  In our times we faced worse things - more inappropriate comments, worse infrastructure.  When you’re not ready to suck it up anymore,  The ever so subtle biases at workp...
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The accident that wasn't

Traffic light on red. 160 seconds. Motorbikes jumping lights with full might. Bang & thud - a black & yellow dives into one - no one moves, casual stares, no horror in the eyes, luckily no loss of life. Chap on bike, only one with deer eyes tries to pick his bike while cop comes in & tells him to move on the side quickly - 'Side lo!'. The biker limps ahead, no one moves. 160 seconds over, I drive around the cab & the bike to cross the road - guilt in my kajaled eyes, but anger at the lack of discipline & lack of enforcing it. 
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Everyone serves a purpose

He left. Without a word. ‘X’ no longer served a purpose in his life. The cycle was complete. Met as strangers, the first look exchanged, the first nervous conversation, the peak of knowing each other, the ride down the hill of knowing too much, the last nervous conversation & the last look exchanged. 
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