RED POST #7


 Human brain doesn’t store everything.
We don’t remember every day of our day to day life but only the most blissful moments as memories, it is what that lingers on.
Often we wish to relive those moments but seldom do we realize them when we are experiencing it.
But I was lucky I became aware of its significance when I was experiencing it.
It was a world made of water, Reflecting everything around in its miniature form.

The drop was sitting gracefully on a waterfall of black current.
It was like watching a dew drop on a morning grass except they are much more beautiful as if the drops are made of honey.
I realized I was imprisoned within that small world. With the gentle sweep of her head, the water droplets scattered from her hair and the small worlds erupted in silence around her.
 I wish I was one among them; I would have been with her, till death part us apart.
 “So..,You can expect this question in your semester”,somewhere in a distance far far away math’s mam’s voice echoed.
I realized I was in the classroom and it’s raining still outside.
Math can wait, Rain can wait, everything in this universe can wait.

INCOMING CALL BHAI
I killed the mobile. Let him wait too.
I am in debt to a drug handler.
 Someone had stolen 15,000 from me and I can’t tell anyone about it. I am in possession now with a drug. In fact my entire life is so much screwed up right now. But looking at her like this, I felt at peace with myself. She is the haven in my otherwise chaotically twisted world.
In fact I realized am even a drug addict now, I am addicted to much more powerfull, intoxicating drug than the one I have in my room – to her,the drug named WHITE.

                                                                                          -RED

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