Waiting and Listening_The Words You Won’t Hear_My Grandfather’s old Photograph_Corporate Baby
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Waiting and Listening
I grip the cool metal of the chair arm. It feels smooth and nice to my touch. I look up from my tattered jeans. The room is devoid of color. The only interesting thing is a stack of books that sit on a plane white end table in the corner. It is dim. Barely any natural light comes in from the little windows lining the walls, and half of the bulbs on the ceiling are burnt out. I try to keep my mind off my impatience. I listen hard, focusing on the drip coming from a pipe somewhere deep in the walls. Tip, tap.Tip, tap.Tip, tap.Tip, tap.Tip, tap.The sound grows until it is all I can hear. It wa...
The Words You Won’t Hear
There’s a place www.onedoor.ccon Ives where tree roots have kicked up cobblestones, rearranging the brick sidewalk into breaking waves. I remember the morning you tripped on a corner and I couldn’t catch you. You fell, bled, and I fell too— soaking in the pain that seeped out your skin. We sat by that silent asphalt stream, and seeing your twisted up ankle hurt me more than I could understand. I used to wait for you outside your classrooms, after third period and fifth, each week experimenting how I arranged my limbs when I greeted you. I wanted to lean against the doorways like a prince, but I felt a fool...
My Grandfather’s old Photograph
I have seen this black and white photograph of my Grandfather a thousand times. I don’t know why it attracts me today so much. A lonely Sunday with so much of household work to do. I left out a sigh of distress and went to the window of my cramped apartment in Bombay. Life is really black and white in erstwhile Bombay which now became Mumbai. Like the picture I have in my hand. I earn more than the income of an average Indian middle class. But still I live in this one room apartment. Same room to sleep, cook and welcome guest. Rich folks in Bombay also have modular homes with just a room with ...
Corporate Baby
She looked around her third floor apartment and imagined all the changes she would have to make if he accepted her request. She wondered if she’d have to move to a bigger house with a backyard and a bigger kitchen, or if her coach was comfortable enough. She liked the building on Falcon Street the first time she set her eyes on it; it was particularly refreshing that the window in the sitting room overlooked the street. It was a normal street but watching people live life on the street for five years was her favorite thing to do; the old lady who every morning walked across the street to the b...