The darkness within

“If you see me go into that state, please hold my hand. I’ll be fine then.” A more self-aware statement had not been heard from D in a long time. All the anger, rage, mania, distilled into one tremendously tender realisation. It happened when he was alone. ‘It’ was a place where D may have

Of anonymous bow-bows and meow-meows

What is keeping us here?

Lenses

I again spoke to a friend with whom i had a major disagreement a few days ago. Both of us realised that we had seen the same thing and yet, come to different conclusions that felt like an attack on each other. “Sorry,” was said multiple times.

The gong song

I observe the people around. Some are looking forward to the sounds, some don’t like it, others are on their mobile — that’s a seperate category. Me, I am still figuring out.

Fight. Against?

Who are we fighting today? Why are we fighting?

Living the question

i am living the question now

Tumbles

Memories tumble into words.

Writer. Voyeur.

Writer. Voyeur. What’s the difference?

Nestled

A memory nestles in me.

Back at the movies

After loss and learning, after Covid, after a long time, we were back. Back at the movies.