ExplodeLarge suitcases splattered with tags nest cosily next to flashily coloured travelling bags on the back of the crowded bus. Up in the front, heads are bobbing to private rhythms fed to the ears through the wires of sleek mp3 players. She turns to the window to watch the roads run away from home. The bus shuddered, rumbled, and rattled to a start. Judging by the condition of the roads and the traffic that clogged the highway junctions like cholesterol in a human artery, it would be a long ride. Ruby sighed and shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. It was hard to get legroom inside this cramped space. Kicking off her scuffed, much-abused sneakers, she slumped against the window, and stretched her legs out on the empty seat next to her.With a single shouted warning from the bus conductor, the vehicle rolled and screeched to a halt. This was the last pick-up point, which meant that someone would shortly come to reclaim the extra seat. Grumbling inaudibly, she shifted to a
Curry me across the shorelineThe email had come out of the blue. It was a simple, rather random note, but the aching familiarity of it left her feeling pole-axed."Hey Sweetheart18 days gone, maybe another week or so, and then life goes back to its normal routine. Your mother finally left enough rice for me for once, and the spinach and bitter gourd were awesome too, so I finished it all up. The best part was the egg. I hope you're having your porridge with bananas. Make sure you drink lots of water. I'm going to set the alarm for your mom now, so that the old woman remembers to take her meds. Offer your prayers, and have a good night's ZZZ.Luvya,Dad"It was so typically him, she could almost feel the crackle of the pages from the tiny memo pads he used to write these midnight sehri notes on. She was torn between tears and laughter as she tried to picture the perplexed expression on her mother's face as she asked the pointless question, "How much rice does that man need?"As she switched off the computer, Shani
I cannot tell youAmongst the things I cannot tell you is the fact that I've always known the effect those diary entries would have on you, even as I wrote them. Don't get me wrong; I was shattered when you left me. Those tears you happened upon when later you dropped in to check on me were very real indeed. You see, I didn't want to be the one to break your heart.Let's face it. We both knew this was one journey we couldn't finish together. I just thought you should be the one to call it off. Dealing with the end of the most perfect experience I've ever had was difficult enough without having the additional burden of guilt on my shoulders. No, it was far easier to play the victim and let you take the blame.I cannot also tell you that although I felt sorry for you while you struggled with the guilt you suffered, a perverse part of me actually enjoyed your discomfort. I bit back the hurt and the bitterness and the utter desolation of losing you, choosing to be sympathetic and understanding of your situa
Almost thereThe room looked the same as it always had. The bed that was getting too small for you, so that your feet stuck out over the edge. The mat with the grape-juice stain that we could never really wash out. The posters of your favorite rock-stars and wrestling idols. Mystery novels clashed with Physics and Chemistry textbooks on your bookshelves, and I think I spied a raunchy magazine tucked into a corner. Your clothes hung in your closet; some of them still smelt of you. Sitting here, I could almost pretend you'd never agreed to drive home after those drinks.
CoffeeshopI sit alone in a corner, staring at the wallMy espresso's getting coldBut I don't mind at allAll around me, I see facesSmiles and tears and frownsThis one here got promoted,That one's feeling down And the years go by, like they always do Time will wait for none Tell me, will any of this matter When the day is done? The skinny boy behind the counterIs dreaming of his home;Does his mommy ever miss him?Is she still alone?The door opens and Sammy walks inSuch a pretty girlWhite cane tapping on the linoleumIs how she sees the world And the years go by, like they always do Time will wait for none Tell me, will any of this matter When the day is done? Everybody's got an issueHopes and dreams and fearsNo one's waiting with the KleenexTo wipe away the
The QuestionI watch you watching me,I see the question rise, only to die.I almost thought Id imagined it in your eye.Why are you suddenly running from me?Yesterday you seemed so carefreeToday youre suddenly shy,Trying vainly to hide behind a lie.Whats on your mind that you cant tell even me?Your sudden strangeness only attracts attention,Now the tongues are busy wagging away,As a friend who cares, I thought Id mentionThe look in your eyes gives you away.Ive had as much as Ill take of this tensionSo you better tell me what you want to say.