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Space

Hain saanse parinda,
Pinjra jism sa,

Sama ik sadi hai,
Utarta ik shan sa...


(Our breath is our body imprisoned like in a cage, Moods are like seconds descending from time)

And then there were none..

Is it true? she questioned, clutching my finger, draining it white as though hope would drip from it.
'Yes' I remarked, 'they have gone' only to see hope fade from her eyes.
Where did they go? She asked me quickly. 'I wish I knew' I replied. 'Had I known, I would have tried calling them back.' Have you met them? She attacked in all earnest. I smiled. 'Unfortunately-no, but I feel good that I didn’t. Why regret missing them once they have left’
'Why did they go away?' She stuttered and asked. 'Their friends took them for a walk in the forest, one by one all of them were lost- until there were none'. Did you all not try finding them? – she gaped. 'Is it not not unfair to not go after & find missing friends?' - she questioned in a tone that sounded more like a protest.
'Tigers stay outdoors; I just hope they will find their way back one day’ I remarked.
-Future Diaries - Part 1; Circa 2050

The Sighting

It was half past 5 when I saw her again; staring at her like I had seen her before, not amazed but somehow distracted, the kind when you see a familiar face in a crowded street. I stumbled.
There were commonalities I thought we shared – lines of fate carved on her by the sands of time similar to those on my palms that had frequently prayed that a day like this come by. As I moved on taking deep breaths of air, I thought to myself what if this was the last? Had I seen her enough? Will I ever see her again? What if this moment was a present?
Provoked, inspired and defaulting on time I chased her taking in wholesome views of whatever I could. Romancing her by the touch of my fingers or by the fixed gaze of my eyes she provoked me with whatever little I could see in the failing light of dusk. So I moved on chasing her wherever I could see glimpses. Reaching out to her till I touched her on the roses in her hair or passed the temple cow she had prayed to for centuries. Her beauty unraveled …