“I’m only on the brink of liking someone right now, and it already feels overwhelming. It feels like it takes so much to reach the point of loving someone. And if you get there — if you find a person worthy of the magnitude of the word love — how are you supposed to give that up?”
Eons ago, when time first spun out of nothing like the whorled shell of a nautilus, there lived a boy who loved to swim. The blood of all nagas runs brackish, of course, yet this boy’s affinity for the aquatic surpassed that of even the rest of his kind: at the moment of his hatching, he wiggle free of his gold-speckled egg, his tiny tail uncoiling behind him, and slithered unerringly toward the nearest of Bhogavati’s many beaches. His astonished parents, who had been reaching out to embrace their infant son, were instead forced to pursue him into the layers of lacework foam cast off by the waves that crashed on the lavender shore.
He seemed reassured, foolishly, by my silence. “Seriously, though, what drew you to read law?”
I hesitated, then said, truthfully, “I wanted to fight for justice for the oppressed. Like Batman. Or you know, like Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird.”
Suresh sipped at his tea. “What area of law did your originally want to practice in?”
“International humanitarian law. You?”
We both fell silent as we reflected on how far we’d deviated from our ideals.
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“Group number two, please step forward.”
“I can’t do this, I can’t do this. Get your fucking hands off of me I’m not going to get my head bit off too!” Ricky was screaming. Todd had hold of him and was dragging him to stand before the towering, blood slavering monster blocking the only way out.