“Mom? Mom are you there?”
(Klara climbs down the stairs calling out for her mom. But the house was covered in dark silence. She goes on to see her mom and dad only in sound sleep.)
“I should go back up. Must have left the lights on myself.”
(The silence amplified the fear, temper and anger. Anger was her first emotion, it had always been. It is the very reason Klara lives the life she is now.)
“Who the hell is being funny with those messages then? I need to find out. It has to be Steve. I will catch him tomorrow. I needed to get rid of Ross too. He has become an impediment to clear thought. I never aimed for love, emotion and relationship shit. It’s all a game. A game I learnt well and well enough to kill each time.”
(Klara switched off the lights of her room to let darkness allow forming clear pictures in the room. Projection of memories and life she has survived till now. How can each and every inch of the picture not be clear and macroscopic. She has died in each act. She has lived in each ritual. The struggle of living and dying each time, despite not much being left to make her feel. But something always tugged, a tug pulling her back to the old Klara.)
“A game I started, after…him.”
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