No one is to walk with me as I had nowhere to go and nothing to do. Now I am in a beach. Was it for a morning stroll or some ritual? For me that is life. No joys to keep, no sorrows to share. Nothing to Remember, as to forget, but, I live. My Certificates says that I am over 25 years old! Sitting in this island of ever eroding life I am angling in the deep blues. Look there, beneath that holed tin sheets some one is smoking. You may hear the weeps of a distant smile. Am I feeling a cold hand around my neck? I walked briskly on that loose sand. Half of the earth is shivering and I am under my sheets. The rustle of the fan tries to kill the silence.
Courtesy: Attoor Raviverma (Avan Njano)