A FALLEN LIFE
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By Neel Anil Panicker
These walls__the plaster all peeled off; the smell__dank, an all pervasive nauseatingly pungent odour so clinging that it threatens to lather me all over.
The roof above is a hallapolooza of cuts and bruises, the fan hanging down from it a twisted mass of archaic metal__ it’s fate worse than one facing the hangman’s noose.
Crestfallen, I slumber out.
A voice, doused in whisky besides last night’s gastronimic indulgences, croaks.
I stop dead in my track.
Crestfallen and now on my knees, I succumb to the lure, and slowly retrace my steps to resume what’s left of my debauched existence.
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Seems like they’ve hit rock bottom.
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Sure, that’s what it is. Thanks Kelly.
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“Hallapalooza” – a new one for me. Rolls off the tongue nicely. Good one.
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Rich writing, Neel. I feel terrible about your narrator’s sense of helplessness and loss of control over his life.
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Yes, my narrator deserves all manner of sympathy that we can offer him now. He’s really in the dumps. Thanks for the compliment, Moon.
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Yeah, i like it too. Thanks Sandra
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You really evoked a sense of despair. Very vividly done.
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Thanks a lot, Susan.
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What a dreadful thing is alcohol addiction. Your graphic description of the rottenness of the surroundings mirrors and enhances our understanding of the narrator’s inner life. Good, powerful writing.
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Thanks a lot, Penny.
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Wonderfully written piece which paints a sad and authentic image of despair when one is dependent on alcohol. A very important topic and a great story.
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Thanks a lot, Lisa.
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An evocative write. The despair comes through.
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Great descriptions, not that I want to see or smell what the narrator does, mind. For him, it only can go upwards from there.
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Oh! Either a horrible night or an awful life that needs to be left behind.
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Could be either, but methinks he’s been in this mess since a long time.
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Nicely written Neel, You created some fine images, I wanted to know more about this interesting character, but a hundred word is a hundred words. Sadly
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I agree that i have triggered a wave of curioisity and everyone would like to know more about my story’s character. Maybe, i would continue this, but then who knows because it’s all in the realm of time that we have no control over. Thanks Mike for the sentiments, nevertheless.
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Dear Neel,
You depicted his miserable situation very well. I feel like I need to brush my teeth and take a shower.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Despair, defeat, rot and decay. Perfectly depicted, hopelessness drawn in rich words.
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Truly an immense sense of desperation in this piece
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No escaping from that life, even though part of him would like to, it seems. Grimy and grimly described – well done Neel
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