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La Vie En RoseBy Louis Armstrong  |
Thursday, February 28, 2002
On emotions
There was a shop everyone loved.Yet no one knew the owner personally. She was one to mind her own business, and her face could never be seen in the darkness of her shop. There were scores of bottles lying on her shelves, each a different colour and labelled in a language no one knew about. Nevertheless these bottles could give people what they wanted. Wealth, reputation and whatsoever. Nobody bothered to find out the sources or the content of what was sold. All they knew was that a deep breath from these bottles gave them the happiness they dreamt about. The only side effect was, the addiction that the shop brought along. One puff from the mysterious bottles was required monthly. Without that, the addicts would begin wallowing in self-pity and sink into a depression so deep no one knew a cure. It was never a problem nonetheless as the owner did not charge a cent for her services. Then came a day when the shop did not open for business. It remained closed for the next couple of days. Addicts begin roaming in town, aimlessly. No one could help them. Day by day, more suicide cases occured. In a short span of 2 months, almost all were dead. Only those who resisted the initial temptations were left, and there were not many of them. A decade later, the same shop reopened. The maiden spoke at 9:57 PM
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