Well, it's the season of sequels, so I offer here my very own 'desi' sequel. This story is a sequel to Delirium : hope you enjoy it!!! And, pardon the length!!! Murky sun-rays sink into the evening dust. The dust fuses with the bars of my window. I sit and stare into bleak oblivion. Disjointed thoughts overwhelm reason. The world appears a hateful blur. Slowly, the sky turns from indigo to violet to a stellar black. I keep sitting—unflinching, unblinking, unmoving. I gaze at the unrained, undusted sky. Consoling hope seems to rain from it. I am lost in my thoughts, not hers. I try to come ashore… ~ Three months have passed since she left. Hesitatingly, I have tried to fill up the immense void of her charmed non-presence. She had called up once after she left. That’s the last time I heard Tanya’s voice. That’s probably the last time I’ll ever hear it again! But what do I do with the memories of that voice? Still so clear, still so true: ‘Hi, it’s Tanya,’ the v
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I am fine.just busy pretending to be busy. Even pretensions cost so much time and effort.
I am leaving for Dehradun on 20th.
How are you?
Thank you.
bhai
I am good. How long will you be there? Have fun.
This line in your haiku grabs me like a chokehold "smells like death."
Nicely done
i hoped it would be
rash
welcome. thank you :)
gel
long time since i've seen you here. welcome back. a powerful image deserves powerful words. hopefully i've managed to compliment the pic.
I'll definitely be back!
andrew >> i'll be right over :)
janice >> welcome and thanks :)