There it is again —the pitch black void that I am so accustomed to. How many times has it been? Sixty? Six hundred? I can't remember. But this all feels so familiar, almost like a part of my soul that's been with me since I was born. I could never tell what happened prior to this, only flashes of a wrecked boat on a stray rock and a violent storm. I can only imagine I was traversing the vast expanse of water only to be shipwrecked. The muffled thunder roars above me. The storm is raging on.

Shukumar, the old cemetery caretaker's time was up. Destiny had a little yet important role to play. It made an driver under the influence crash an SUV into the graveyard. 58 year old Shukumar was hit by the SUV as it ploughed right into the fence beside which he always sat. He was a bird watcher. Sometimes when there weren't any birds, he fixed his gaze on the plants. His eyes would start from the visible roots

Colour the trees and shade my eyes

“Come on, man,” Irfan ushered Tahmid on “You have officially lost the bet, and now we get to hear THE big, dark, evil secret that you have been keeping from us!” The five of us were sitting inside our regular rendezvous spot, which was Raju mama's tea stall and this was an intense moment, we were trying to get Tahmid to spill the beans.

why do I write if I am so apathetic?

After the sun hides itself, Leaving trails of flame

The Box was a cold place, all the more chilly during the storm. All those who came along with me on this voyage, had already passed on, but here I remained.

In the grand scheme of things, I am insignificant.

Blind to the beauty of this world

We're in the sky now. I insisted on the window seat, of course. It's been about two hours that we've been airborne now. I tried to get

I used to be a pretty big nerd, before. I'd willingly spend time on education. Before, studying didn't seem so draining. Things are different now though, and they say having a personal goal helps. So my personal goal is to study.

She watched the flashing hourglass beside two pink hearts, six hundreds and the number 658.

Rearing a fierce rain inside.

Things haven't been the same since you left us. We've all been stuck here in this pit of misery and we're hoping you'll come back, but we're all too painfully aware that you never will, regardless of how much we want to.

The yellow of the sodium streetlamps failed to cut through the foggy winter night as I paced towards my destination. I was probably going to be late again. Pulling my jacket tighter, I shivered as the cold wind blew against my already numb cheeks, rendering them a shade of dark red.

Stacks and racks of cats

The sky was a sickly shade of sepia.

Anarchy caused by a ruler's unfair reign,

We cross the street, heading towards opposite directions, and catch ourselves looking at each other for a fleeting moment, before we walk away. Your form is as familiar as ever and I know you recognise me too.

She groaned wearily and shut her eyes, pretending she'd never heard it.