Seven termites to take care of.
The lump in my throat while uttering ‘I don’t agree…’, ‘ I don’t want to…’
Jittery fingers typing what you won’t like to read. Then substituting it with a pleasant expressive yellow face.
‘Should haves’ and ‘could haves’ turning a depressing grey.
The urge to correct. Mostly people and perceptions but also everything around. Like that notebook kept at a 40 degree angle on your table.
Doing it well. As expected. As always.
A nap that fixes everything and ends with ‘Perhaps it was me who…’
Silence burning orange with every unuttered question and confrontation.
Do you see these seven termites metamorphosing into one giant shadow?
Perhaps it’s just me.
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Comments ( 6 )
Satyajeet Jadhav
a month ago
Wow. This is so beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
sanika joshi
a month ago
Lovely post 👌🏽
Gunjan Rastogi
a month ago
The first hits the hardest!
Neha Goyal
a month ago
So well articulated!
lavanya chander
a month ago
Very profound and deep. Well written Keitaki
Parnal Sattikar
a month ago
Too good!!
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