(i) The ambulance sirens that frequent the dispensary at the corner of my gulley. Prayers for people tonight who close their eyes to the world for the final time, & those who open theirs for the first.
(ii) The five year old moon lamp on my nightstand that flickers every 20 seconds & disturbs my sister while she curses me for not throwing out the old gift yet another day.
(iii) The fluttering pages of my years-old unfinished novels that glare at me with hope every morning, even though every night I get into bed, disappointing them a little more.
(iv) Floating images in my head of my favourite cheese burst pizza, followed by my mother’s pleading face, asking me to not cheat on my diet so that I can reduce at least one of the ongoing troubles in her life.
(v) Finding a new hiding place for the diary where along with my poetry, I managed to hide my dreams too, right after making a mental note of my pending tasks at my dull job.
(vi) New, yet useless ideas about what more I should’ve yelled at my old, cheating ex right before I kicked him out of the house.
(vii) Tiptoeing to the kitchen to fetch water amidst eerie silence, & wondering how I’d combat a ghost without my spectacles in the dark.
(viii) Beats of the rock songs you love, the annoying lyrics of which refuse to leave my mind, as I try to drown them out by humming Kabira on loop.
(ix) A guilt trip about how I lied to my family 3 times in 2 weeks to go out on dates with men of my choice for a change, & an unwavering fear of being spotted by nosy relatives when I least expect it.
(x) A raging fear of my bestfriend moving to another city forever. Or worse, getting sick of me & making a new bestfriend.
(xi) Dreams about getting kidnapped & nobody being able to save me. Dreams about being cheated on again & abandoned, or worse; being the one who cheats this time.
(xii) Your sweatshirt that fails to keep my cold heart warm anymore, & that unsent text that I try to bring myself to send you every night, asking you to come & take your hoodie back, & with it, all the love for you that I still hold in my heart.
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