Shallow singing

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The ripple effect of Rathe is a shallow singing, a twisted game of playing with people’s lives through black magic. It exposes her nature — deceitful, unkind, consumed with hatred, revengeful enough to use Xandra as her camouflage. Too bad for her, she was uncovered in last night’s darkness, the blowing wind spell striking my eyes — but I came out unhurt.

This morning, the perfume of a male scent came to me, the presence of Warlord Raul — the deceitful, the egotic, the unkind, the one who massacres with his shallow singing shadow in the background. On the fifth day of Devi Sadhana, I felt the heavy weight around my ankles break apart, dissolving into freedom.

But Rathe, never satisfied, came back and hissed, “Your father doesn’t approve of such practices.”

And I replied with fire: “Then why do all the relationships end in dementia? Was it a curse? Their diseases? Or your doing — feeding off them to gain more black magic power? Which one do you fall under? I am doing this my way, and this family’s way works, thanks to my sister’s introduction.”

Rathe is nothing to me. I am going all out for this — even if it means dying early — because I would rather die in pursuit of divinity than live under her poison. She thinks she can play with people’s lives, but she is nothing more than a menace drowning in her own misery. Let her carry that misery and drag others down with her, because that is all she is good for.

While my mom was cooking, the glass cover of the pot shattered into a million pieces. As usual, I was late for work, missing the opportunity I wanted so badly. I told myself: never again will I listen to others, for they create my downfall. I must do it my way, guided by divinity, out of misery and into freedom.

This is the conscious way to live. I must work harder than ever to reach it. Enough is enough — and yet, I will push until it is more than enough.