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Disappointment: such a part of Meenakshi's life that she luxuriates in it's tepid depths, bathes in it - she washes her lashes in its tears.
7:07 PM Sep 15th
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Meena feels her heart expand in her chest: a warm-cold space like unhappiness. I am foolish, she thinks, my hopes are so very, very foolish.
7:02 PM Sep 15th
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Meena reads the papers, blogs, tweets, pays attention to politics - the country. What a mess, she thinks, this group is worse than the last!
5:49 PM Sep 13th
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Strange day: in the morning, fog thick, white, eerie, and the afternoon, a blue sky, pristine. Meena turned her face to the sun, blissfully.
5:42 PM Sep 13th
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Inside, the music plays: reggae. Night air, gentle, warm. Out her window, Meena notes the lights of the train, lit, little squares of green.
6:32 PM Sep 8th
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Meena, glittery, jittery, done-up, looks across the table. It ends like this? she thinks in surprise. Raising her glass, she says, "cheers."
6:28 PM Sep 8th
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Meena, unsure of herself, says: "You think I'm not doing a good job?" Her boss' room is warm, close, humid. Today is gonna suck, she thinks.
10:11 AM Aug 30th
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The light streaks across the sky, staining the clouds pink and orange. The sunrise awakens Meenakshi, who opens her eyes, slowly, to wonder.
6:02 PM Jul 21st
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Meena moves around the bedroom, listening to music on her Ipod, singing out loud: I will stay addicted to you, I will stay addicted.
5:59 PM Jul 21st
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From her window, Meenakshi sees a flickering blue light - a television in the window of a building across from hers. She watches the light.
5:56 PM Jul 21st
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Running late for work, Meena feels like a loser. If she keeps on driving straight instead of turning right, who knows where she will end up?
11:42 AM Jul 21st
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"Nice November we are having" says the on-air announcer, in response to the cool summer weather. It's the coolest summer Meena can remember.
11:39 AM Jul 21st
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Driving to work, Meenakshi notes a small spider weaving a web on her side-view mirror. Doggedly, it travels in little circles, leaving lace.
11:37 AM Jul 21st
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So what if I march to the beat of a different drummer, Meena thinks. Why should I march to the beat of yours? Your drummer sucks.
9:25 PM Jul 20th
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Meena decides to join a writing group, where she plans to display her mini-fiction and short stories. They are awful, but she doesn't care.
6:35 PM Jul 19th
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What am I doing with my life? Meenakshi stares at the streaky blue paint, her living room paint job a disaster. How do I figure it all out?
6:33 PM Jul 19th
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Meenakshi browses a bookstore, where she sees a book of poetry by Gwendolyn Brooks. Poetry, thinks Meena (a nickname), poetry might save me.
6:30 PM Jul 19th
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There is just too much useless junk in modern life, Meenakshi says, as she pulls letters and memos and catalogues out of her work mailbox.
6:29 PM Jul 19th
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Why, Meenakshi thinks, can't I be like everyone else? Sometimes it feels like I open my mouth and out comes Martian.
8:34 PM Jul 18th
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The recipe says six eggs for the cheese strata. Meenakshi notes she has only five eggs in the fridge: "maybe if I added more milk...."
8:28 PM Jul 18th
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