And then there are people who dont talk much. I always suspected he was one of them. But my worst fears didn’t realize until the day we were finally left alone in the elevator.
It was a really hot day and I was running late for a really important meeting at work. Some financers were coming (more…)
A blank night… A placid host for impatient lovers. Giggles in the darkness… Silence… Sobs…
Dogs barking playfully, chasing shadows in the allies, rambling on the streets. Their kingdom for the night.
You lay awake, sleep flirting with you, teasing you, luring you. You wait for your nightmares to shake you into wakefulness. The air is too heavy (more…)
Dear Diary
Mom always told me to be careful of men. She told me I should make a prudent choice when the time came. I see him sleeping besides me and I feel sorry that I didn’t listen to her back then. Of all the things she used to say, I regret not having listened to this particular advice.
When my sister got married, we were all very happy for her. They seemed to be in love. 2 months later, she said to me - don’t marry the worst mistake (more…)
The blue black car is parked in the lot. That means he is at home. You stealthily climb the stairs up to his apartment. Like you were used to. It’s been a while since you’ve come to him.
Back where it all started. Back to the demons that drove you away. Back knocking on the same door. The door that repulsed you. That drove you to tears. That you shut up yourself one day. And left. Never to come back.
Tonight you are knocking on it. Slowly. Two raps. Like you are used to. You can’t stand. You are so tired. You feel your body tensing up with awkward anticipation. Him. His face as he opens the door.
Its been a while since (more…)
You step out of the shower hurriedly. The phone’s ringing. You run to pick it up and say hello.
He sings…
“The night is fading like my old tattoo
A heart and a dagger that says forever
So im staring at your window,
With a suitcase in my hand
The streetlights buzz as the cars go by
And the moon don’t give a damn.
My feet just keep on walking
But my heart don’t understand…
Why I’m staring at your window
With a suitcase in my hand.”
You love the sound of his voice on the phone. And you know what he is saying. He is leaving. He has found someone else. He wants you to know (more…)
You watch him fiddling with his brushes. Concentrating hard. He wants to get all on his canvas. And yet when he finshes, he knows there is more to be done.
You watch him from a distance. Wondering how he can give the words to the music in your head. Does he get into your head sometimes? Just to see how it works. How you work?
You see him painting with the (more…)
You watch with bated breath as he walks towards you. His step is tantalizingly slow and you are fast running out of breath. Your mind is in a tumult.
The breath between you could be miles. From this distance, you can’t even see his face. Yet you can imagine each line, each plane, each curve and each angle of it. (more…)
You wonder what you are doing here. Sitting in the shadows of this concrete jungle. Wine in hand. He sure knows how you like to be treated. Out on a moonlit balcony… wine and spaghetti. Your favourite. The music… Lighthouse Family.
You hate to be doing this. To him. He gets up to light his cigarette and you know that its now or never. You hate playing around like this. (more…)
“What are you scared of?” He asks me…
I smile. He doesn’t want to know. He wants to hear good things. The truth is not a very good thing. So I keep mum. He asks me (more…)
You look at the empty chair beside you. It’s been quite a while since it has been empty. You get up. To fix something to eat. You stare at the fridge. You don’t know how to fix anything for one. You are so used to two. A tear goes unnoticed (more…)
The mist slowly lifts as you walk in towards the counter. He leans and looks at you with the corner of his eyes. Burning you with his unyeilding gaze. (more…)