Dear Friend,

I had almost forgotten that ticklish feel i got from a call of his. He has sublimed from my memory as the smoke from burning camphor, but like the camphor he has sublimed leaving behind a strong sweet smell. His face though lightly formed in hazy shape over the rising smoke. And in the past… Continue reading Dear Friend,

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Fire and hell.

And here I am, lying in the bed all evening, staring blankly at the bulb on the opposite wall. The light is bright, piercing my eyes, but I forget to blink. The pain is satisfying, tears are making their way and I am not sure if its the brightness or the stark darkness in my… Continue reading Fire and hell.