मुबारक
I run, and if that's how it is with years… क्या अजीब ज़िंदगी है! शाम बीतने का नाम ही नहीं लेती, फिर भी साल बड़ी आसानी से गुज़र जाते हैं। ― मिर्ज़ा ग़ालिब It’s already year’s first. when half the world is awake, half of mine is asleep, i write. i tried running far away, not write, the places i existed. i certainly lived across places. on days it's either we almost missed veraval super fast express to land up there next to nagoa early in the morning, or on others, it is three in the morning at tirumala. its already the last train we were catching together and madam rudra is all set for her new innings. right there i am on sixth floor, mala sabhariwal, bay facing or did we miss our five am sunrise plans. but it is already twelve at night, the tides are high, i’m holding, walk. subbayagari is sacred, moving lift almost dead inside, there is this strange warmth as we leave back, the lights are down, it's indira gandhi international. half of the cubicles at work are ...
