The Mistress

I was exploring her, letting my eyes run over, very slow, ready to drink in the minutae. Why did I feel like I had seen all this before? Did it always become boring after a decade of co-existence? A geography as familiar to me as the back of my hand. Familiarity bred not contempt but a tedious, dull routine. I needed a break. I should

move out ofย this crazy city, which had held me charmed and chained for the last ten years, if not more.

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5 Responses to The Mistress

  1. Neetika says:

    yeah…. City life IS disturbingly monotonous!

  2. rashmenon says:

    @ Guy Nickwell, PhotoBotos: ๐Ÿ™‚ pleased to see the likes ๐Ÿ™‚

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