The week past

What a stir it caused, the old shot taken with a mere camera phone. Naysayers were hard at work in the neighborhood. The accompanying rumors, which expectantly got more exciting as they got passed along, was almost two weeks old when we were confronted by the elders.

We were forewarned just an hour before Jelly went to J. Still it was quite a shock ! that more than half of the neighborhood had already been treating it as the street gossip for a while. I didn't remember J being any sort of celebrity before I came. What warranted such interest in his personal life ?

I was shocked, then outraged, and am still mad. The anger makes me reckless. I'd kept my profile low, shunning limelight and steering clear of the politics. But all I want to do now, is to spit in the faces of the gossipers. What right have you, to be doing what you were/are doing ? Especially YOU, who are leaving the neighborhood. Why do you have to stir up such shit about us, who would still be here, long after you are gone ?

My indignation is my most effective reminder of how vicious even remote neighbors can turn out to be. I hope it never fades away.