My Hands


Her Hands


Originally posted on Blogger on Mar 11, 2016
Sharing my connectome
Time never dies. It has been in existence before life, before creation and remained concealed till the dawn of human wit. Uncover the shroud from its face and it unravels the mystery and knowledge of civilisations born, flourished and ultimately perished. It has no history, no future but its present encloses a moment of both…
The cellphone rang and the blood sucker darling on the other side was mumbling! Engineering life made me bolder; and now I am afraid of only two words- “RESULTS OUT!!!” The one who has the habit of smiling even on the adversities of poor marks was now FURIOUS on being FUCKED up by the grade “F” that cries out “FAIL!!” aloud!! (Very loud!!!) “What the F!?!?!” was now having a double meaning blending with the double dangers existent in my home- mom and the mom like- mom’s sis! Thanks a ton to the double droppers; both the mouths were so painstakingly screaming low that I planned to flung the place…
The men I know have stood by me at my worst; filled me with inspiration, angered me to the extent to set my demons free; given me intuitive suggestions (a quality I seriously doubted they could possess), have pampered me with the food they made and also introduced me to the lighter sins that we all must commit in life.