The clock and the black hole

I have a black hole and its name is X!   The night of 28 April, 2017 was spent walking from the living room where the body lay to the master bedroom where I was asked to get some rest. Much like today, every time I saw the watch the hands seemed to be getting slower and more sluggish with each passing moment. Time had … Continue reading The clock and the black hole

Old parchments and cold tea

Imagine a room stripped of dignity; Now add an old tattered sofa in a corner and a dead fish tank in the opposite. It doesn’t have to be fancy- just decaying.   Color the walls dirty yellow and add splash of black smug here and there. Hang old photos: laughing faces and embracing arms. Comfortable isn’t it?   Put a rug that has been slept … Continue reading Old parchments and cold tea

Girl on the bus

I never thought I would actually see her in real. Yes, she did dominate my imaginary world at one point in time. There were dreams—when awake and asleep both, and in those dreams I had lived this situation a million times. I had played it over and over in my head like a song that is stuck on loop. I thought I was prepared for … Continue reading Girl on the bus