Tag: silence

Afternoons of my Childhood

On many a sunny afternoon at Grandma’s home, with cousins, partners in crime, I remember tiptoeing to the warm mango pickle jars full of oil shimmering in the lazy sun. As grandma slept, we would steal some and scamper away to our hiding place…

My Twinkling Friend

The loneliness of the night is cut short by a twinkling friend. Pinned to my window, proud of itself, unafraid of the looming clouds, it whispers to me, Darkness is just but a chance to shine.

Grief

Sometimes she is afraid, very afraid. Of the shadows that fall across the room after the happy sun goes down. She sits, huddled in a corner, listening to the noise of silence. A distant roar of a car, a baby wailing in the apartment…

The Moment That Whispered

The calming whirring of the fan,the ticking of the clock,the breeze rustling the curtains,the orange glow of the dying sun,she soaks in the moment.A moment of solitude,A pause, a break, an escape,from the cacophony called life. She reflects on the hidden future,Unravelled past and…

Despair

She crouches in the corner, in terror. The door slams. Hugging her knees, she sits still, afraid one movement of hers would make him return.She is numb to the pain now. It is the silence after the storm that she dreads now. A silence…