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Homesickness You feel heavy and empty at the same time. Your eyes brimming tears and your lips curving into a smile are in tandem. You think of your home only to realise how alone you are. //caption You know what is homesickness? It's six in the morning but you're still on your bed waiting for the pressure cooker to whistle from the kitchen and your fan to turn off because that's no less than or should I say enough an alarm for you. But here you lie, on a bed in a land far far away from home and all you have are these thoughts, creating a lump in your throat. You know what is homesickness? It's twelve noon. Almost lunch time. You zip on your backpack but there's no lunch box in there.

Homesickness You feel heavy and empty at the same time. Your eyes brimming tears and your lips curving into a smile are in tandem. You think of your home only to realise how alone you are. //caption You know what is homesickness? It's six in the morning but you're still on your bed waiting for the pressure cooker to whistle from the kitchen and your fan to turn off because that's no less than or should I say enough an alarm for you. But here you lie, on a bed in a land far far away from home and all you have are these thoughts, creating a lump in your throat. You know what is homesickness? It's twelve noon. Almost lunch time. You zip on your backpack but there's no lunch box in there.

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Call them a sex worker and not a prostitute. |. Veronica wants to look good for her best man. She wears a sexy black one-piece. Paints her lips with matte red glossy lipstick. He arrives. He rolls down his car window halfway. She sees the virtual image of her beauty in the rear-view mirror and boards his car. He drives her to the hotel — that he had already booked. He doesn't even notice what she is wearing. He undresses her in a hurry and does what he wants to. Five thousand was the agreement, three thousand she accepts tacitly. ||. Di

Call them a sex worker and not a prostitute. |. Veronica wants to look good for her best man. She wears a sexy black one-piece. Paints her lips with matte red glossy lipstick. He arrives. He rolls down his car window halfway. She sees the virtual image of her beauty in the rear-view mirror and boards his car. He drives her to the hotel — that he had already booked. He doesn't even notice what she is wearing. He undresses her in a hurry and does what he wants to. Five thousand was the agreement, three thousand she accepts tacitly. ||. Di