There’s a hole in the room they have put me and it is the entrance to the Ants castle situated somewhere probably in the wall. It is a small room; where they have put me, without much of a view so I usually busy myself with watching the ants go in and out of their hole on a single file. Whenever the three women come into my room, they whisper
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There are memories that never should be revisited. For some people, it’s memories of discomfort; of the days when they were not so comfortable enough to provide for themselves or their families, the kind of life they would have loved. My friend, James is like this. He would automatically excuse himself from any conversation where it is being reminisced that he was once ‘poor’. He has made it now and
