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Here I am again, already!

I wasn't planning on another email so soon, but the content below was simply too good not to share. On the one hand, we have an introspective article about our relationship with work and how its taking over our lives. I read it a couple of years ago, and it was written so beautifully i just had to save it.

And then we have.. a taste of fiction, written by one of our readers. A river. A phantasm. A haunting story.

Happy weekend.
 

Why do we work so hard?

When I was young, there was nothing so bad as being asked to work. Now I find it hard to conjure up that feeling, but I see it in my five-year-old daughter. “Can I please have some water, daddy?”

“You can get it yourself, you’re a big girl.”

“WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS TREAT ME LIKE A MAID?”

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Death by the River

Sajjan Kumar Jain
In the pitch black moonless night sky of Benaras, stars twinkled eerily, with such lethargy that it felt like they were disappearing in groups before appearing again, as if they were trying to send a message across. Or so it seemed to Jhonturam, who was busy gazing at them atop the terrace of a dingy building in the better part of Benaras, smoking one long drag at a time from a neatly rolled up joint.

Immediately below, in the first floor of the building, beyond the cracked green walls, lay Sumtiram and Leela devi; man and wife; snoring peacefully in a spacious room with a broad wooden door that opened to a roofless verandah with marble flooring.

It had been an eventful morning for the family. Sumti had finally made his will official and declared that upon his death, all his property and wealth except for a few pieces of ancestral copper jewelry which he wanted to donate to a museum, in all a sum of 5 crores, would go to his only son, Jhontu. Jhontu, upon hearing this had not known how to react. He was happy, of course, but Jhontu had resented his father for years now and all that resentment suddenly broke out from the same hidden chambers of his heart that unleashed this happiness.

"Kill him", a shrill voice whispered in Jhontu's ears, "kill him and end your slavery. You will be the boss, free to do whatever you like."
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That's all for now!

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