When you try to overhear someone’s whispers, most often than not you will hear your mind talking. For example what will I say if she catches me at this moment when she’s laying her wounds open …
… and that’s the most boring of examples.
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When you try to overhear someone’s whispers, most often than not you will hear your mind talking. For example what will I say if she catches me at this moment when she’s laying her wounds open …
… and that’s the most boring of examples.
An Incoherent Relationship
Caption underneath the picture of her, her cat, and her dog read: Celebrating the festival with my ‘real’ family away from my family.
He who laughs at the caption may not know the meaning of family or it’s possible that the one who professes love for speechless animals (and also dependent upon her) may be avoiding her real issues with the family.
The gatekeeper in his olive colored dress salutes to canteen manager, duty organizer, station manager, finance officer, company’s secretary’s cousin, secretary,…and anyone who was seen with these above mentioned people.
And all these people take the salute seriously, knowing very well that they would be saluting to these people had they been in his place.
The small lady in the big office walks like a fisherwoman, speaks with stress on H and M, barks orders like a Chihuahua on steroids, eats like a buffalo with the rice sticking out of her mouth, and retreats back in her cabin the moment someone mentions her ‘real’ degree to someone, she didn’t want no one to know.
He had gone out to get her favorite dark chocolate.
It was curfew night.
Till morning, she had cried whole Kaveri.
She cradled the hapless baby in her arms.
His nose and chin reminded her of the demon who forced him upon her.
The pomegranate red acnes on her cheeks resembled keloids. Her eyebrows bushy and her forehead creased like an elderly lady. She arrived in the mortuary ward of hospital to meet him. She didn’t want to be a part of his obsession, which was she.
She thought it was joke what he said about life.
The girl reciting her poem on the roof of her house gets constantly interrupted by howling of street dogs.
First time after the plane crash, she has company.
When I think about her,
I sigh.