It’s like love played Benjamin Button. They are strangers and exchange glances when they meet in public. They part ways. They fight. They make up. They disagree. Their love is intense. They are fond of each other. They are smitten. They were strangers and exchanged glances when they met in public. * * * […]
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Hesitation
“meow”, she prawls up to my flat as the milkman delivers. She eyes the packets for laps of her nectar. We race to the milk. She wonders if a pounce could still work. I pause, “should I claim my superiority, and shoo her anyway?”. That’s our “good morning” everyday; with hesitation. * * * […]
Love and Other Wars
Tears trickled with her sweat, as Reva struggled to hold the Yoga posture. It’s meditative, it’s introspective, it isn’t fair. Even her workout wasn’t an escape. What should she do? Abort or keep? It was the last symbol of her soldier’s love… …this is where war begins, she thought. At the root of intense love. […]
Citizens of No Place
She was good, he bad. He felt good, she bad. At times, they lay in-between. She was happy, she was sad. He was loving, he was nasty. They tried middle ground. They knew not what they were missing – beyond the linearity of neutral and extremes, was a place with nothingness, a space of bliss. […]
Sleepless
I turn and toss, no reason nor rhymes. This ain’t home, but then, I’ve dozed in buses. Colors, rhythms, patterns and smells, warp in and out of sense. Trippy, strippy – this is all at once. Oh, am I that girl with golden locks? Or the princess who felt a pea, twenty mattresses across? * […]
Paper
“A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there lived a species which fought against the digital age. They used their digits dexterously to hold an implement that marked thin, flat surfaces – to put their thoughts down or to make images or to humor their imagination,” said my grandchildren to their grandchildren. […]