Monologue Of A Christmas Carol

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I watched as a fly circled around A Christmas Carol and slowly settled on the nose of the Ghost of Christmas Past, looking down on a trembling Scrooge. No one here but the flies and I, I thought to myself as the rain drummed its incessant rhythm on the roof. I could see nothing through the cascading water whitening the window panes, but I was sure no one was out there on the streets. The gutters were overflowing, carrying the debris of the city to Garbage Oblivion.

Good thing the fly didn’t decide to choose to sit on my nose. In the highly frustrated state I was in, I would have greatly enjoyed sending it to find a permanent resting spot on the nose of the Ghost of Christmas to Come.

For this is how it had been for the last three days. The monsoon had driven everyone indoors. Not a customer had come to the …show more content…

I had been in love only for the sake of being in love, because it was expected of me, as a young man - and with various unsuspecting targets at that. All good for yarns of heartache with the friends, over fast emptying glasses, late into the wee hours of the night.

And suddenly with this girl, I knew what love really was. That love did exist, that it did engulf the heart and mind of its victims with a longing that was unbearable pain and sheer pleasure at the same time. And I didn’t want a single soul to know about this. This feeling was mine. I was jealous of it. I didn’t want to share it with anybody.

‘That was so good’ she said and got up, stretching her arms in a smooth, graceful motion. She paid for her book and thrust it in her bag as I murmured my thanks, heart bleeding, wondering if I would ever see her again.

She turned back to me as she got to the door. “Write more. I will come and read it tomorrow’. And vanished into the swirling rain.

I rushed to the door. I couldn’t see anyone at all on the street, couldn’t hear any vehicle starting up. And I hadn’t noticed her carrying an

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