The humble hatch at the base of my cell door creaks open to reveal the familiar feet of regular prison-visitor mistress Ms Mukta madam. Ms Mukta never speaks to me, but she does always permit me to kiss her dirty sneakers. She also ensures that I get a good look at her socks.
Eventually, when she turns to silently leave, another unintentional kindness is that she leaves the humble hatch open so that I might observe the boots and socks of my passing guards. Or was that an intentional act of kindness on her pretty part?
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| I hear noise outside my cell door |
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| The humble hatch slowly creaks open to reveal the familiar feet of regular prison-visitor mistress, Ms Mukta madam! |
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| Her left, sneakered foot is the first to be shoved through the hatch for respect-kissing... |
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| ...swiftly followed by her right. Her sneakers are, as always, intentionally dirty, meaning that I get to taste where she has been - my only, humble taste of the outside world! |
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| As always, I study and admire Ms Mukta's socks whilst I am respectfully lipping her dirty sneaker-toes... |
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| ...and particularly the creases in her socks. Slovenly socks to match slovenly sneakers! |
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| This is the highlight of my menial month... |
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| ...kissing the civilian feet of an intentionally unfriendly prison visitor-mistress! |
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| And yet, though appropriately cold and aloof towards me, her actions are full of sweet feminine kindnesses towards me... |
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| ...be they unintentional or otherwise |
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| Not least, Ms Mukta madam's 'kindness' in leaving my humble hatch open as she turns to leave... |
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| ...for I shall now be able to observe the feet and footwear of all who pass by my cell door! |
