Status: I can be you, you can be all.

Who Is More Thirsty?

Who is who?

As some bodies are overlying near our home, we surround them. The elders are preparing a fight with the men to get the touch first. And I along with other blood thirsty mosquitoes look at them.

Suddenly the cry for safety is mute when they place hands in her mouth. The desire for much blood makes me fly high. Unable to locate who is who, I bite a fair skin. Making the stomach full in the first attempt, I look around and find the blood that we consume to live is different that bleeds in the roadside.