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NATA Admit Card 2024: Check Dates, Syllabus, Pattern, etc
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Home Dreams
What does your ideal home look like? (Photo credit: Realtor.com) My ideal home is like something out of a Pinterest board – a place where inspiration meets reality. You know, I once came across Justin Bieber and Hailey Baldwin’s old house in Beverly Hills, and it left me daydreaming. (Photo credits: Realtor.com) This Monterey Colonial gem from the 1930s, also known as ‘The Tropics,’ had me…
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Haunting the dead
I was on a tour with a small group of people, guided by this woman who resembled tremendously with Vanessa Ives (Penny Dreadful fictional character). It was an old house with lights so weak that their yellow wasn't just warm, it was decaying. The rooms where reasonably big but mostly high with wooden ceilings, floors, doors, furniture and windowsills. This wood was a brown so dark that could easily be mistaken for black. Everything about this house was creepy. The cracking noise of the old wood under our feet, the heavy air, the bitter smell of time. At some point only the guide, myself and someone else were in a basement like room. I come to understand this used to be the house of a priest who died over 400 years ago and in this room we were now exploring was his tomb. Right at the centre. Nothing remarkable about it, no inscription, nothing but a big block of old wood. The guide then instructs me to haunt him. Clearly confused I ask her - What do you mean haunt him? He is dead! Aren't the dead the ones supposed to haunt us? She turns to me with the most blank expression in her eyes and says - That is where everybody is wrong. The dead are dead, there is nothing else they can do. Us, the living, are the ones with the power to do something. We haunt them in their graves. Not really knowing what to do or say, I push myself up to lay on top of his tomb. So I start telling him all about the emancipation of women, the “weaker sex” as he must have certainly thought back in his time. That we study, we vote, we dress like we want, we date whoever we want, we are free to enjoy as much sex we want with how many people we want, we are professionals, we earn our own money and pay our own bills and belongings. We drink and smoke and dance.
I find that I agree with my dream. What awesome way to haunt a priest.
House in the desert
In the middle of absolutely nothing more than sand, there was a two story rectangular house. A perfect rectangle, pale salmon color. Each room of that house was huge in all three measures of length, width and height. The upper floor was completely surrounded by a balcony, like an outside corridor accessible from all divisions. The walls of this balcony remind of a castle. In the distance I can glimpse the radars blinking green lights from tall narrow antennas. The horizon moves with the heat waves. Its day and then its night. I’m sitting at the enormous rustic dinning table, and we are two sharing a meal. Butlers are standing with silver plates awaiting any sign. The room is silent, there is no exchange of words. As I turn my head the translucent curtain dances to the wind. The feeling of emptiness is overwhelming.
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