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Thursday, September 17
Ode to prata
::A tRaJic stORy::
by: musho pea

« 3 months ago »
Musho knew in her heart what she was going to do. She had wanted this for so long.
She walked up to the Man. The Man recognised her.
And the Man knew what she wanted.
"Egg onion prata!" he exclaimed.
Musho's eyes lit up and tearfully she nodded.
Musho ate her egg onion prata.

« 2 months ago »
Musho went to the same Place. It was a woman there this time. The woman didn't know what she wanted.
"E-egg onion prata?" Musho's voiced trembled as she fumbled with her wallet.
"No more prata," said the woman.
"What. Why?" Musho could hear her own heartbeat.
"The Man went back to India."
"I-Is he coming back?"
"In September."
"I will wait. Thank you."

« Today »
Musho kept PrataGuy in her thoughts almost every day. Each day, she muttered a prayer for the Prata God to keep him safe. India was a dangerous place, after all.
Suddenly, she realised. It was September!
She dashed to the Place.
It was the same woman.
Maybe. Maybe PrataGuy was hiding in the kitchen, waiting to surprise her with a double egg onion prata.
"Is PrataGuy back?" she enquired eagerly.
"Sorry?"
"I-I mean, do you sell prata now?"
"Oh, no. No prata. Sorry."
Musho's heart sank. She felt an emptiness so deep, it physically hurt her. "Wasn't he supposed to be back this month? What happened?"
"He could not get his work permit approved."
Fighting back tears, Musho managed a "Oh. Okay. I will... check back here next time."
"Okay. Sorry girl."
Musho felt sadness and anger. She missed her egg onion prata, and she hated all those people who campaigned for foreigners to leave her country. "This is why we can't have nice things!" she cried out. She lost so much water from crying, she died. the end

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