Pirañas and all that is nice and clean...
Pirañas, they congregate around the victim. Schools of them. Morsel by morsel, within no time the body is stripped to the bone...what remains is a perfectly clean skeleton. What about me? I still have a lot of flesh left. In fact I could fall into the fat category. No, not obese. The nurse Shantini, who used to dress my big toe after the nail came off in an avoidable accident told me I was perfect the way I was. I remember her beautiful warm smile when she said that. Like the blue arch of the sky with just one feather-light cloud floating in it. I wanted to hug her. She was pregnant, and girdled in soft natal mist. Everyone wants a nice clean life. How can we not? The post-covid era, with its emphasis on exercising excessive precautions, being ultra hygienic, avoiding contact with strangers have finally succeeded in herding the humanity to the paddock where it can comfortably sit and cud. For the average individual this translates into the ultimate convenience of working from home,