TIME LAPSE - Bhumika Singh (@bhumikasingh__ )
Tonight the time lapse between the lightning and its sound is exactly 1.48 sec - it is exactly 1/4th of the time you could look at the afternoon sun without blinking. Mother has knocked at my door 8 times, asking me to drink the milk that turns to water lying on my study table every night.
A Dostoevsky lies beside that glass of milk. I’ve only read the first chapter. I’ve been leaving a lot of books mid-way, because no ending is painful enough to beat mine.
In the last dream I had about you, you were talking to me as if you didn’t break my heart, and I was bitter as if I gave it to you in the first place. We are both indulging in masquerades, and this carnival is full of imposters. Imposters whom we loved at some point in time, who made us incapable of loving each other.
The day I told her about you, my mother started loving me more than she ever did, even though I don’t answer all of her questions. She makes sure she asks the ones I can. And tries not to look into my eyes when I speak.
One of my close friends told me that she is scared that therapy makes people worse. I always tell her I am feeling better. But comparitive adjectives are like fruits that never ripen, tasteless however hard you try.
On the days I’m not in love with you I write poems, and on the ones I am I write something of this kind. Maybe that is exactly why I hate this. This is not a poem, and even if it were you wouldn’t deserve it.
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