HANDS

I can do this all night you know.. Stare at the dark sky with my phone either adjusted to a particular direction or randomly moving it around to get lucky. I believe that someday, I will be on the tallest tower or a lighthouse, looking at the maddening sight of…

Every great story that we read and make the children read is about rebellion, about what’s right! So in what state of mind are the outdated ideas imposed on us! They tell us to grow up, be independent and take our own decisions but when its actually time to do so; its the imposing process all over again. As long as the habits of one person are not harming the other or the society in a physical, mental or “MORAL” way it is “RIGHT”.

Down the lane, there is a house; small; but big enough for two people in their late sixties. Decayed in love of their children, they hold hands to see each other. The streetlight colors their porch; ochre in sepia. Perhaps the perfect colour that fades like the roses they found in each other’s diaries.