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Moths are dying all around the house. One laid still on the curtain, another on the door, the gates, my bedroom floor. Eldest sis quickly went and proclaimed, "hmm, I wonder where is the man who wants to propose to me?" with the humour of the old belief. While mother said that the mosque is like the graveyard of the moths, and now my house will be the only place ot watch them flying around, frail, and wait still in a corner.
The air is dirty.
And what seems so bad is how it dies slowly, but what chains that we have now is crumbling down constantly it affects everyone. And this doesn't have anything to do with me and yet I am taking this to the extreme, and I don't like it.
I'll collect and keep those moths.
ps: I need to buy a new film roll.