Lagged writings

09^th December, 2016.

Fuck…I know I lagged behind… so here are three things in one blog…

Thing 1

“Where are you hiding?

Somewhere you’ll never look!

You’re hiding under the mottled blanket of thoughts and memories.

How do you know?!

Because that’s what I’d do!

Because at the end of it, you’re just the same

After all these years”.

Thing 2

 “Does it ever stop?” Sahiba asked Amartya as he made another peg of scotch.

“No it doesn’t, the bottle isn’t even half” Amartya replied, focusing on the quantity of the drink; making good pegs was an art for him and he took it seriously right after Hendrix and Marley.

“I am talking about something else Ami!” Sahiba retorted.

Amartya handed over the glass to Sahiba and leaned back on his armchair; “I know, and I guess it does, like after 5 more rounds and a year later it will be gone. I’d rather focus my time on the stuff at hand if I were you.”

“I so wish you weren’t asexual Ami”, Sahiba slurred out as she finished the drink.

“Why, so you can rebound on me? That’s got to be the worst idea you ever came up, well right after falling for that shit-stain. In any case, it’s 5 months already; you ought to be out of that zone by now, so focus on the drink and Sade”, Amartya handed her another glass.

Possibly Amartya was right, Sahiba wondered if he was right the first time when he her against Tahir.  Possibly it will stop, as Amartya said it will. Possibly right after the next drink, she wondered.

Thing 3

‘That door needs to stay closed’ grandma said as she tucked Kartik in bed, pointing towards a door in the corridor.

‘But why?’ Kartik asked, as he removed his I-pod from his bag.

‘Because it holds a monster behind it!’ grandma said.

‘Oh come on grandma… I’m fifteen now, treat me like a grown up!’ Kartik said as he played the first song. Grandma laughed and left the room.

The door had no lock on it; the latch could be easily removed. Kartik turned the handle to open it.

‘I told you not to open it’. Kartik turned, scared to his bones, feeling his heart in his throat.

‘The door needed to stay closed’ grandma said as she put her hand on Kartik’s shoulder, ‘and it will always stay closed’, she said as she stabbed his eyes out.