House On Mango Street Monologue
It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, being ceaselessly drunk.on war, on poetry, on virtue as you wish.
reads Roy. Midnight approaches, and while the peak of activity has passed, the city whine’s; a soporific noise neither rises nor falls but is pregnant with trepidation. Inside a room, its dark and unnoticeable; but adequate light fills the room as we adjust to the darkness. White wall depict a picture frame like window, in that black and luminous square; life lives, life dreams, life suffers. Roy, 29, tall, slenderly figure, a broken black framed glasses, black moustache, wearing a white gown, he sits at a meticulously furnished white desk reading …show more content…
neither the eyes try to answer. Deva walks towards the slightly open door and pulls it wide completely.
“Mr Roy, Dr Mishika is here to meet you” says Deva an welcomes the doctor as if welcoming guests at his daughter’s wedding.
She isn't pretty, but she’s beautiful, long curled hair, trimmed eyebrows, her eyes can stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the cats from milk bowl,tranquil the violins and with swaddling bands bring out all the coffins. She walks into to the room with a smile that circulate brightness over depressed territories of the planet. She looks at him and then looks at Deva, he understands the look and walks away smiling. She sits besides him. his eyes open, checking hers and then closes again. his hands touches her shoulder, she flinches, pulls away, their eyes search each other.
“You're Beautiful” addresses Mishika.
“Yeh unhone kaha hoga mujse kehne???” questions Roy. Mishika leans and kisses him. a CCTV camera buzzes and adjusts its zoom. Roy uninterested waits for kiss to cut down, but strangely doesn't want it to end at the same time, he finds no meaning in it , yet it makes him feel much more than sitting behind like a corpse in a dirt pool, behind the phantoms on highways, he wishes it to go on forever for the the first time. His hands moves swiftly across her breasts trying to feel
reads Roy. Midnight approaches, and while the peak of activity has passed, the city whine’s; a soporific noise neither rises nor falls but is pregnant with trepidation. Inside a room, its dark and unnoticeable; but adequate light fills the room as we adjust to the darkness. White wall depict a picture frame like window, in that black and luminous square; life lives, life dreams, life suffers. Roy, 29, tall, slenderly figure, a broken black framed glasses, black moustache, wearing a white gown, he sits at a meticulously furnished white desk reading …show more content…
neither the eyes try to answer. Deva walks towards the slightly open door and pulls it wide completely.
“Mr Roy, Dr Mishika is here to meet you” says Deva an welcomes the doctor as if welcoming guests at his daughter’s wedding.
She isn't pretty, but she’s beautiful, long curled hair, trimmed eyebrows, her eyes can stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the cats from milk bowl,tranquil the violins and with swaddling bands bring out all the coffins. She walks into to the room with a smile that circulate brightness over depressed territories of the planet. She looks at him and then looks at Deva, he understands the look and walks away smiling. She sits besides him. his eyes open, checking hers and then closes again. his hands touches her shoulder, she flinches, pulls away, their eyes search each other.
“You're Beautiful” addresses Mishika.
“Yeh unhone kaha hoga mujse kehne???” questions Roy. Mishika leans and kisses him. a CCTV camera buzzes and adjusts its zoom. Roy uninterested waits for kiss to cut down, but strangely doesn't want it to end at the same time, he finds no meaning in it , yet it makes him feel much more than sitting behind like a corpse in a dirt pool, behind the phantoms on highways, he wishes it to go on forever for the the first time. His hands moves swiftly across her breasts trying to feel