Prisoners

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By Padmini Krishnan

Marie stood in the staircase listening to the music coming from the floor below. The pianist was a soldier who lived alone. She heard the soft passion in his notes and imagined his fingers caressing the keys. Was he thinking about his lover now? A few seconds later, she heard him almost pounding the keys in anger. Was this meant for his victims or perpetrators in war? She imagined him calling her inside and pouring out his problems to her. The music stopped abruptly. Marie felt empty as she stepped inside her empty penthouse.

          
Padmini Krishnan finds happiness and solace in writing.

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