They were all there, in human forms, making noises in the mind, like a busy wholesale market, with different costs to every emotion you felt. And, sometimes, steep costs were bargained for smaller quantities of every plausible positive quantity. You didn't get a juicy red for crying out, you got fleeced, till red drew out.
Economics is a candid, bone stripping exercise, and love, a soul searching one. You only get to the latter after exploring the first.
2 comments:
Beautiful!
Thank you, Itika :)
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