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The Haunting

I find you in the unlikeliest of places.

You spring at me from within the pages of a book, as the protagonist speaks words that once tumbled out of your breath. The letters dance and weave your name across the plotlines, but disappear just as I blink, and I’m left wondering if it weren’t just a play of light.

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I am not ambitious for ecstasy, you will ask me to think of the future, but the decade to come pales before this second, the span of my life is less important than its quality. I want to sit here in the mild sun and try not to think, try and escape the iniquity of the restless of my mind. Do you understand. Doesn’t anyone understand the absence of ambition, or the simplicity of it.

Upamanyu Chatterjee

(English, August)

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Snippet #23

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The Best Days Of My Life

Thanks to NG, I’ve been eating quite well for the past week, ever since I got my COVID positive report and isolated myself to my room. Every morning, afternoon and evening, the food would appear on the staircase, in front of the main door, along with a ring of the doorbell or phone or both. Today I started sustaining myself again, and surprise, surprise, Nutella was a big part of it.

As I bit into my fifth slice of bread (that I couldn’t even be bothered to toast), I couldn’t help wondering about the massive amounts of nutty chocolatey goodness that was, no doubt, settling along my arteries as well as aiding in the recent swift transformation of my waist from concave to convex. Just the other day, a friend had sent his medical reports full of various exploding lipids, and I KNOW I should be getting myself one soon.

I’m getting old, y’all.

*Cue nostalgic music on violin*

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