Old Man’s Life

He’d been taken to a doctor, taken by stranger who’d held him by his hand. He’d struggled but eventually given in. There, at the doctor’s, he’d learned a new word. Lucid, the doctor had called him. He is lucid now, the doctor had told the stranger that stood by him. The word now stung him a little, that even though he didn’t understand what lucid meant, he was offended by the assumption that he wasn’t always lucid, or that he was sometimes lucid. He couldn’t tell which one was worse. Being lucid or not being. Continue reading

So long, It Rained.

That sluggish rain had continued for days. As if the clouds were too dog-tired, sprinkling down little water drops halfheartedly and taking short naps in between. The streets had been run down with dirt, with overflowing drains that had thrown out the filth it contained onto the non-metallic roads and the smell of shit that had blended into the hot June air like salt into vinegar. Continue reading

Blue as the Summer Sky.

I intertwine my finger with her’s. Her hands are so chilly, I feel the heat crawling and entering from my body into her’s. She’s wearing an expression of deep calm. Probably because she knows that either death would release her from the pain she’s endured for so long or she’ll recover and live a life better than the one she’s lived up till now. Either ways it’d be relief, escaping or surviving. Continue reading