Your Every Breath
Sanjay and I continued our daily chess games under the watchful eye of our parents, with long pauses and smiles…
Sanjay and I continued our daily chess games under the watchful eye of our parents, with long pauses and smiles…
What is my voice when it has nothing to imitate? Whose beauty is this but not the beautiful ones it mimics?
Old and young came together, embracing in their triumph, entangled in the throng’s euphoria.
Guilt-ridden Joshua wanted his father to understand. “I want to be a physicist. Politics are of no interest to me”.
I was every fig on every fig tree. Those reckless writers warned the man and the woman not to eat me
The repetitiveness was mind-crushing. The cruise-lines he followed all day seemed like a prison.
So many questions. Who was she, that she would bury a book? Would it be wrong to dig it up and read it?
His scissors are soaking in soapy water. She turns and almost stabs him in the belly. He jumps back.
Marja would write the curse, seal it in a film canister, and then, in the guise of being a welcoming neighbour, bury it in the roots of whatever Marja planted in the garden as a gift.