Sunday, 27 December 2009


They’re here somewhere. It’s almost three in the morning and I can’t sleep because I can feel them. They won’t let me.

They're somewhere underneath. Waiting. Crouching. Ready to pounce. Looking for a way out. Stringing themselves together. Lazily floating through each other, joining, disassembling. I close my eyes and the letters are right there, behind my eyelids. All jumbled up and swimming around me randomly.

I have to let them out. They leave me no choice.


I’m glad they don’t.

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Preeti said...

Loved the last line and the sentiment that it has expressed. Only you, Jayant, can make one line say a thousand words. You sum up a thought so neatly, it never ceases to amaze me.

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