Period: 1978 - 1996
Place: Hometown, My Door
Well I respect you for one reason. There is a theory that I have dedicated unto to your name...termed as the cockroach theory.
So I state it as the mere approach of irritated and make-believe people around me scares me as much as my presence scares them. This is called the Cockroach effect in my language.
Dear cockroach , when I am scared I yell and in that fury I confuse you .
Poor you, the oldest creature on this earth. You should realise someday that when I scream you should run away from me not come towards me.
There is a dedication to the lizards also. Or rather is it the warning board. Like the one we often see on the fenced barren lands . Trespassers will be prosecuted.
Dear lizard, since you do not read English let me read it out loud to you.
The message says "trespassers will be executed " to elaborate it with explanation. Do not stand in between the edges of the door when I enter the room. I cannot bear to see your mutilated body after I realised I have crushed your juices out. And then I have to pass across my door with my hands covering my eyes and nose so that I can eliminate the sight of the massacre.
Sometimes when my heart stumbles to see the pain you have been through I go to sleep in my mothers bed alongside her. Until then your fellow mates or rodents would have taken the best of your remnants. Then I would dare to enter back into my room paying my grievances unto your dried leftovers and reminding myself to check the edges of the door every-time I enter the room and slam my door.
