“Just a few more days”, she said. These last few days will be the longest, I thought. Every night I sit in the balcony for hours watching the stars change their design. I smoke, I think about her, I get agitated, I demand her presence. It’s beyond reminders. It’s beyond longing. It’s beyond yearning. I
I want everyone in your family to be healthy and happy. I want your mom and dad to stay close to each other, solidify their love that’s so blatantly there. I want the kids to be children and grow wiser as they get old. Seek advice from their big sister. I want baba to get
“Your demeanour has become a little softer, after.”, she said. “She must be out of her mind.”, I thought. As I’m thinking about the distant future sitting on the floor in the balcony, I notice the cigarette I’m smoking is a bit crumbled. I’m drawn to think it has been happening a lot lately. I
Give me your hardest struggles. Give me a struggle harder than that elevator ride back home from work, where I was certain I was gonna jump when I get up home. Then give me a slight drizzle when I go out in the balcony—even god is weeping that I’m coming to him. Give me a
Dear Aayat, I’ve been thinking a lot about the curse of a deep mind. It’s a strange thing, really. All those dreams, those fantasies, they start to blend into reality. When I was a kid, all those memories I had, the books I read, the hours spent daydreaming in class—they set my mind on a