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By Neel Anil Panicker
Long hours of concentrated vigil can wreck havoc with one’s imagination.
Hunched behind the side street walls, his generous frame with its fleshy legs and large hands messily tucked inside the narrow space between the walls, Albert wondered at the fickle nature of man’s perspectives.
As his weary eyes soared above the bridge and bored into the red bricked ten storied Victorian structure a mere 100 metres away, his love affair with all things antedeluvian began to slowy chip away.
Was it not a month ago that he would endlessly scour the city, walking by centuries old cobbled streets with delectable street lights that glowed a low light flame from within intricately carved paraffin filled lamps, the fading sun adding to the magical luminiscience as it fell on wind swept autumnal leaves?
A week hence, the positions had changed; the watcher had become the watched.
A complete role reversal of the benefiaciary/benefactor; victim/perpetrator; lawbreaker/lawkeeper; giver/receiver binary.
In the affairs of men and mice anything and everything is possible.
Looking one more time at the neatly arrayed box shaped row of windows, he felt exposed, utterly naked under their unflinching gaze.
For a spy, that’s the worst thing that could happen.
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