Tag Archives: Future

Playground

The sun is still a few hours from setting;

A few hours before the kids come to the park

And compel us to handover the swings to them.

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Moment

It’s a quarter to six and you can see the winter nudging your sleeves as the wind picks up. You can see the pavements light up with their enlarged fairy lights and a lazy rush flood in. I glance at my ten year old watch as the signal still speaks red. Ten minutes to six. It’s an odd hour to hear Kishore on the stereo but I’m the last to complain. That’s if you ask me to at gunpoint. The road starts to clear and Kishore and I make our way back to the house by the time the clock strikes six. I’ve walked up to the front door but I can’t seem to look at it with its carved roses and clear glass that bends the light in the most magical way. I can hear the blood gushing through my ears ferociously as though it pumps right there. I place my left palm on the door, letting my skin recognize warmth on its cold surface. There isn’t any noise in this part of the city. You have the silence and the waves to keep you company. And my uneven breaths.

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Rant #2 : Expiry Date.

You know what?

It baffles me. How people can just stop feeling something – any sort of emotion – for someone all of a sudden.

One moment you’re feeling something. The next moment we’re justifying how we feel the contrary of that. Friends are drifting apart. Relationships aren’t lasting. Suddenly, relations are coming with an expiry date.

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The New Beginning Jitters-Part II.

He checked the number of suitcases one more time. Checked the locks. All good. He glanced at the room, taking it in; the subtle changes in it. The addition of a new cupboard that was filled with a new set of clothes that belonged to someone else, the jewelry box that was settled in the lower drawer on the left hand side of the dressing table; the tiny studded silver box filled with vermilion on top. The change of sharing in the air, that someone else was also walking these wooden floors; brushed the switches with their fingertips accordingly; warmed themselves with the same blanket as he did; dreamt on the same bed. That he shared his life with someone else too now.

It was surreal, in ways he couldn’t fathom any words to express. But it was beautiful.

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