TALKS

21st August, 2019. North Lakhimpur, Assam. ‘Fill-up this form please,’ Sneha said; she sat on the other side of the glass table wearing a white Kurti. Why is she wearing all white? It isn’t a funeral. I looked around; the room washed in azure blue, pink plastic roses blossomed with dust at each edges. It…

STAIRS

Nine. My wrist watch never failed me with bad times. After climbing those dreadful thousand stairs, I stood there in my corridor, rested my limbs. Walking up fifty stairs… turning yourself to take another fifty, until you get your door. It sucks. The bulb was scintillating. Those manipulative pair- my neighbor. I wonder they have…

15

I jolted awake, it’s raining- monsoon was not the season we waited every year. Father earned our dinner, fixing the gates of heavens on the roof was too much to ask. I looked at the clock, that poor soul peeled off naked…hands aged enough. Poverty. It was nine and mother was wailing in the other…

Thank You

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton