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The tailor

Once upon a time, there was a tailor called Saeed. In his tiny studio he was making outlandish garments for future brides. Day in, day out, the tailor was singer-sewing, humming the sweet tones of Mon Amie la Rose and Soleil D'Egypte . His eyes would glisten with glee every time his long fine fingers added a touch of lace to a delicate design. One day, a fairy  knocked on the door of his tiny studio. This was not entirely uncalled for. Fairies had often visited the tailor in his dreams but this was the first one to appear in the flesh. The fairy was a spitting image of Saeed and she was wearing one of his bridal dresses. For the first time Saeed could see how his work complemented him. "You a just a man in a dress", Saeed couldn't help saying. "Why have you disguised yourself like this?" "It's an acquired habit.", the fairy answered calmly. "Being eccentric is all about expressing yourself through acquired tastes and habits." T

Prosaic verses

The rain falls down. Sometimes less. Sometimes you arrive at work wet from the waist down only. Once inside the accommodating womb of the office, you stare fixedly at the raindrops trickling down the window. On a morning like this , they tend to look like spermatozoids trickling down a pleasure dome. A chimera. Then you catapult yourself back into the world of obligations, monthly installments and recurrent appointments. Life-improvement services require discipline and servitude. Your iPhone subscription is not excessive in consumption, yet it wouldn't be making your life complete without serial sustenance. And yet, the essential man knows no fear of routine and excels in rising above it. The essential man resides in you. The same you which is accidentally caught up between your mortgage plan and your Oedipal duties.