At three in today morning ,when I could no longer sleep I concentrated on the persistent cries of the cricket which pierced the nightly silence as though it was the only sound that made up the world.The invisible creature made such a ruckus far disproportionate to its physical proportions that I began to think that the cricket was blowing itself up in the cosmic scheme of things so as to really matter and and wrest a place on par with my own place in the scheme. The creature somehow seemed to matter and stood eyeball to eyeball to me.We looked at each other recognizing each other’s presence.
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You write so beautifully. I shall be a frequent reader