I stared at the junction of Bir – Matru × Sukhabag – Chaugan × Chaugan – Sansal. Circled my eyes all around the junction and rode down towards the Sukhabag–Chaugan road. Within 10 min of driving, I rode deep down into the lower Bir village side. There were volunteers along the dried-up river bed filled with waste, clearing the plastics to allow the water stream to reach its destination. The crowd started thinning, and a flock of sheep showed up, blocking my ride. I waited the
Darkness rises as the sun traverses the center of the sky. She descends into the pit of gravel below. The room is filled with the scent of perfume and the softness of satin blankets. Nice and cozy for a long journey ahead, if there is any. She nestles inside them, feeling no suffocation. No time exists in her world. She hears neighbours fighting next door. It might be a couple. All she wants is to enjoy these little quiet moments with herself. But how can she? She can't unhea
