Who Belongs To The Insane World?
By : Sharon Supriya As I knocked opened the wide creaky wooden gate to enter the 'Insane world' (as looked upon by the sane people - 'Mental asylum'), cold sweat ran down my spine. I had packed in gallons of fear, anxiety, curiosity with a sigh smile that I portrayed to all the people who looked at me when I passed in front of them. I did not want those bearded men and dazed women think, that I was here to creep into their thoughts. As I hurried towards the managers office, a man with sunken eyes, and saliva dropping down his mouth clasped my hand and started rubbing it with care. I thought I will burst out in my loudest voice for help, but I couldn't sense any danger, so asked him calmly to let go my hand. He looked at me, and then my hand and stated brushing it again. When I was completely in a muddled stage, he sat down, still clutching my hand, with a soft tear rolling down his cheek. By now I had settled down near this man, with spilled food on his cl...
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