![]() ![]() I also made sure not to look into the eyes of anyone I was speaking to. ![]() And so I clutched the eye-drop Mother had bought for me at the beginning of the school term tightly and baptised my eyes generously with it every waking hour. We were told the disease jumped from person-to-person by plaguing the uninfected who dared maintain eye contact with an infected person. My school had been hit hard by that eye disease that scientists called Acute Haemorrhagic Conjunctivitis, but that we simply called Apollo. They were in the hostels, in the classrooms, by the reservoirs- students and staff- it mattered not. Watery blood shot eyes, sniffy-sniffers all around the place. All around us in that boarding school that sat majestically on the hills of an area that was once a forest- many people were falling ill. It turned out there was an out-break of Apollo again. So, here’s to making private conversations public. She is the eternal referee between the caustic mind and the sensitive soul. ![]() The conversations between my mind (the sharp witty one), my soul (the lover and the spiritual one) and my body (the playful one concerned with the more mundane things of life). Isio Knows Better is an attempt to capture the shocking and highly entertaining conversation within myself. I sincerely lay no claims to being more knowledgeable than anyone, but I do confess that I know better than I did yesterday, last year and a decade ago. ![]()
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