day four. the mosquitoes do not tire. a few buzz away near my ear while i am lost in thought.
is it so wrong to let someone know you?
the constant whistling echoes in my head and melds with questions i do not know the answers to. it is a monotonous drone of thoughts resting on the tips of mosquitoes' wings and it is slowly becoming hard to tell them apart.
are you a horrible person for allowing someone to love you?
i swing at the air near my ear. it stops for a while and there is silence. have i stopped thinking as well? or do more perplexing questions stumble around in the dark? the buzzing begins again.
do you let it go on because you like the way it feels?
now, one of the bastards is perched on my knee. an easy target. remember, taking a second to aim is necessary before you strike. then, two twin specks of blood stain both fabric & skin.
will it be different this time or are you the same old you?
day four. the buzzing continues. -
something different or something true -
- @ansabscribe fav writer
How many times have you sat at the cosy – often overcrowded – Dunkin Donut at our very own Clifton campus, skipping the first class for moments of tranquillity with your warm coffee and maybe a doughnut or two?Or simply sitting there,cherishing your own little recluse away from the horrors of having to maintain an 80 plus attendance and passing most of the CATs for the sake of dearest eligibility?If not plenty of times, then surely sometimes?This little place that has come to define most of our time at this campus has a charm of its own. It’s just nice sitting there by the window seat,with the blinds half drawn,observing the bustling life beneath;the cars driving around the roundabout,bringing students and patients and doctors to the doorstep of this building.Everyone walks in with a different story,a different pain,a different hope. It’s like a bird’s eye view of what life really is – happy and sad and exhausting,isn’t it?When you sit by the window,you can see the three wheels there on the roundabout,like the Quaid’s ‘Unity,Faith,Discipline’.And then one can not help but laugh at the irony of it all:the innumerous flaws of the system,the injustice of it all,and the pursuit of (expensive) education in the face of all of this.You also realise that the radius of this roundabout extends beyond Sikandarabad,beyond the Clifton hospital,beyond the sea;it extends beyond the realm of our existence.You realise that batches before us have sat in this small,cosy Dunkin that is always running out of space except in the early mornings,enjoying the aroma of its coffee and donuts,with the black and orange and red making it all so nostalgic;nostalgic of gossip giggled over glasses of Alaska Supreme, and secrets shared over Boston Kreme,and politics and patriarchy bashed over warm cappuccinos,and Dr Najeeb notes exchanged over cinnamon rolls,and friendships strengthened, and new ones made!You realise that batches before us have moved from this Clifton campus to KDLB and then to the North campus before finally having graduated and flying their different ways.It’s incredibly exciting and equally terrifying to imagine that trillions of heartbeats later,so will we. See 👇 for more: