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Two Lives And A Soul #22 By Ojay Aito

Read previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul Ethel wasn’t sure when she finally fell asleep. Her head was drowned in the quagmire that the weekend had proven to be. That was it. There would be no more weekends for her, and she was swayed she would now do everything to make sure she renewed her obsession for her work. The visit with Thomas to his family party had been much more than the writing on the wall. If she didn’t see this as a signal to end the relationship, then it might as well be the end of her marriage before it ever began. What was it with marriage and this decade? Truly, the world was spherical, and the events that happen in it only ever repeated themselves again. Who would think that only a few decades ago, marriage was seen as nothing but a contractile agreement of…

Two Lives And A Soul #21 By Ojay Aito

Read Two Lives And A Soul from the scratch  After a few minutes of simmering of my nerves, I began to put my brain to use. Wherever I was, I had to know of my geographically location. And more immediately, I had to find a way out of this pod I was. So far, it was a hard plexi-glass material moist with air. I could see one blurred source of blue light that momentarily flashed in the distance. I tried to figure out where I was At first, I had used the will of force, and had tried to hit hard on the glass surrounding. I had tried to peer my vision through the glass, which was only a futile and impossible attempt. Frustration was beginning to rent through my cold naked body. I was naked. The colour of my skin was now a few shades lighter, tending towards teal.…

Two Lives And A Soul #20 By Ojay Aito

Read all episodes of Two Lives And A Soul There were still a million and one questions I needed answers to, and they hung at the cliff of my lips just waiting for expression. Did the old woman ever get to meet my grandfather again? Did all the time pieces in that box have the power to enable time travel? And if so, did she get to experience it? Even though I was yet to tell her of my single experience, I felt she already knew. There wasn’t so much one could hide from the look on her eyes. She could take my entire future out of my mouth, by just looking into my eyes. Was it some hypnotic ability she possessed, or it was me just being plain vulnerable? The eye is the gateway to the soul. I was sure I had once heard that before. “To everything created,…

Two Lives And A Soul #19 By Ojay Aito

Previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul I have always felt that hot tea was meant for those in temperate regions of the world, not for us who live in the tropics, and have to grapple daily with the consequence of living along the constant path of the sun’s intensity. The only way to have my cake and still eat it, was to keep talking while my tea grew cold. I enjoyed the croissant and fruits no doubts. I was sure granny noticed that I had hardly taken more than a sip from my tiny tea cup. I caught Sally smile once or twice behind her cup as well, as I talked about Kobo Olanta and my former Lebanese boss. Then came the inevitable question of why I preferred to work as a guard. “A watch guard,” I had first corrected. “Being a watch guard is more prestigious…

Two Lives And A Soul #18 By Ojay Aito

Previous Episodes Of Two Lives And A Soul The drive over the lagoon would have been a beautiful experience had I not occupied my mind with so much more than it could bear. My life in the past one week flashed before my eyes. All the emotions and the passions of the past three years could not come to par with these few days of overwhelming pressure and topsy-turvy. I was almost a mental wreck. Tonight, I could have drowned. I imagined what it would have been like had we been arrested and interrogated by the state CID, or the very empathetic secret service. We would have secretly vanished like the missing Malaysian plane of the earth’s surface. I turned towards Sally, who now looked pale after wiping the gothic makeup off her face. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of gratitude and apologies, but she was yet to…

Two Lives And A Soul #17 by Ojay Aito

Previous Episodes Of Two Lives And A Soul I was beginning to feel a bit blue around the gills and browned off at the same time. Evening had set in, and the crowd hadn’t thinned out one bit. I was sure there were more people here now than the park had ever seen in its history. Not even when it was still a prison yard. As a few people strolled out, hundreds more came in. The park manager sure didn’t mind, as long as tickets were bought. My self-imposed break this afternoon was ending in seven minutes, but one look at my reflection on a glass door, I was worse than I felt. So I decided to go wash my face at the convenience closest to me. The traffic in there was at par with the stench of urine that seemed to latch to my nose lining. I instinctively covered…

Two Lives And A Soul #16 By Ojay Aito

Previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul I walked straight out of the gallery, suddenly realizing I was choking. The air felt lighter, as the walls seem to be closing in. I knew it was all in my head, but if I remained in there one more minute, I would go dramatic. No, I am not claustrophobic. The weather was cool and airy outside, much to my thankfulness. I was already on my feet to do anything I could to stop the sale of the watch. My mind was racing, and as soon as I came up with some plan, I saw its fallibleness. I was walking on quicksand here. I wished I had some other information about Sally apart from her name. No contact number, no address, nothing. If I didn’t get to her as soon as possible, I would… A light bulb came on my head, and…

Two Lives And A Soul #15 By Ojay Aito

Previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul The sound of people cheering wasn’t in congruence with my state of mind. Fear, more like terror tore through the fibre of my being. The string I held on to, although it was some sort of lifeline, tossed me to and fro two gnawing endless depths: one blazing with flames, more like a furnace made of hot coals; the other, a pitch black abyss that personified nothingness. I was between the devil and the deep blue sea. I clung on to the string, which was getting hotter by the minutes. It seemed it feed on my fears. Now my skin was beginning to pull off its sinew and glide down the thick rod. I held on because it was better than to be swung into either side. The oohs and the aahs from the crowd made me feel mad, it was like…

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