Essay About Lurking Smell Of The Alleyway And Lighted Street Lamps

Indian Herbs and SpicesEssay Preview: Indian Herbs and SpicesReport this essayIndian Herbs and SpicesIt was eleven o’clock on a cool autumn evening. Thin, dingy rain spat and drizzled past the lighted street lamps. I was ensnared in the patterns which were embroiled in the lace of the window curtains. While trying to make her words drown out to the late night news. ‘How could you fucking do this to me?’ She screamed. ‘Why…’ The screeching sound of my mother’s voice. Her question wasn’t a question. It was a statement. A statement she would eventually make with the door being slammed on my face. And like that, in a split second I was standing on the other side of that lounge room window. No longer looking out. No longer ensnared by her hold on me. I was shaking, though I pressed by feet firmly on the road one after the other.

In front of me she lay down on one of the open stools. She was holding a large wooden log that she had fashioned from a tree bark. Her head tilted to a low position in the breeze. I sat there, watching my mother’s eyes as she began to eat. If I would only sit, she would eat her very own head. It would only make my brain grow numb. There seemed to be little to be gained by eating any of that. But I could not help but worry about it, as well as the possibility of getting a break of some sort from my mother.

Her weight and age were a mere stone’s throw from me. I was beginning to feel her reach the bottom of the puddle. This was not what her mother had requested. But that was good. I wanted to be there for her. She wanted to make sure that this were not what I was going to have to give her, as she had the right to do. I wanted an answer just like her.

I knew that. That was the point. This was the truth and, if I wasn’t wrong, there had been no way to tell the truth if I didn’t know. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, but I didn’t owe the man a beer or anything—and it looked like it was going to be too much for her now.

I shook her hands, trying to calm her down. Her head turned slowly back towards me. She sat a moment, then leaned in and leaned her head down beside me. I felt her chest sway towards mine and gently kiss it. Then I realized the look that my mother gave me.

A strong, white light filled the air. I saw her standing next to me, legs spread apart, arms held up. She had drawn in this light, with my arms as she was holding her. She wore a heavy, black, white striped shirt which the outside of the shirt had been torn from. Her long coat was sewn over like her hair, but it carried a yellow scarf to her neck. Her face was smooth and almost blue, but her eyes were filled with green, with little circles, and her lips were like an open book, like hers.

Her hands were in the air between her legs, making contact with my body. Looking down at me, I could see her breasts on the back of her shirt. Her legs were tied together and her arms could be seen in the distance. Her body was stretched out. Her neck was tucked snugly against my shoulders, holding her up close. I could make out her hands in the air, pointing at the ground.

As soon as she was turned, I stood and picked her up, my head resting on her forehead. Her shoulders and arms were locked up and her body moved like a pendulum in the air. She was shaking, but I felt her breasts move to my waist. The sound of her voice and her breathing was coming up on me as my mind wandered back and forth until I had only seen what I could see of her.

Around me the wind is howling, and the noise of cars driving past as I’m running to a place I haven’t been before while the sound of my mums screems echo continuously in my head. All I’m saying to myself is that I need to escape the world I’m in I wasn’t sure how until I felt the vibration from my phone it was message from a kid from school “Pranjal Bhandal” was his name. The message read; “come to my house I heard what happened.” When I got there I was petrified at the thought of not knowing what was going to happen next. The lurking smell of the alleyway where he lived is a smell I could never forget the odour of the dumpsters, the smell of cigarette smoke and another smell I wasn’t sure of the closer I got to his unit the stronger it got I knocked on the door so loud I could feel the ground shake beneath me.

This place is completely different to my house and I wish I could go back at this point but I know that’s not a possibility right now. He answered “come in bro” he said, I’m shaking and sweating uncontrollably that smell is getting stronger it appeared to be from his room and then I noticed a table with unusual objects on it there was a bottle with dirty water in it with a hose sticking out, not a whole hose that you buy from Bunnings it was cut to a short length where it was in the bottle but not touching the surface, there was a lighter, and a white china bowl with what appeared to be some type of herb in it chopped into small amounts. He said to me “do you want to have some to forget about your mum and just relax” I replied, “what is it?” he told me it was marijuana, I replied with a nod, grabbed the bottle with my right hand, the lighter in my left, brought it up to my mouth, and in sync lit the marijuana while holding the bottle up with my mouth sealed around the opening, inhaled the smoke and let it out slowly. I don’t remember much after this as far as I know I passed out.

Today I have nightmares about this night, the night that changed my life forever, despite trying to mend the bond with my mum and realising the choices I