Infidelity

A candle burns somewhere in the room. A pleading voice weeps somewhere else, ‘don’t leave me’; there are hushed whispers that play along with the untimely monsoon breeze. An unapologetic moon hangs carelessly from the navy sky; its beam being the only company to the candle that burns away with the pleading that goes on. …

Luminescent

She had always thought of the night as a curtain that covered her thoughts, shadows of the deepest mysteries and as blankets for our very own kind— the people wide awake till the light of dawn to witness the stars and clouds fight over the horizon. She used to pull my hand to lead me …