I travel the Dubai-Sharjah hell-way and Sodom and Gomorrah come to mind. The story of the twin cities is open to interpretation, but the essence lies in seeking a material fulfilment that blots out all else, and then paying the (biblically-dramatic) price for it.
I look for an explanation to thousands, stuck bumper to bumper, for 1-3 hours, everyday; frustration frosting their faces like the humidity on the windscreens of their cars; surely, one must come from a worse place to endure this. Pune? Surely, not Pune. Why then trade my soul for this sodomy. That’s another 99 words…
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Yeah, the feeling of paying the price somehow doesn't feel worth it after the enjoyment has passed. Much like living in a submarine for months on end, with time, regardless of all, land just seems to make more sense.
aye, well said sister
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