“I am counting my breath, in numbers one to hundred”
You said.
Today a thing happened. Nishi Nath died. Which my mother corrects “ Say Nishi Nath passed away”
His body was a pack of bones, his face looked like a woman’s. No hair left anywhere. Death looked painful and scary.
“Each time we do something sinful, an hour or so is lessened from our lives” and you believed in it so much.
On new year’s eve ten years ago, at Pom’s terrace as we kissed and we were twelve
In that moment of silence so awkward, you said the exact thing.
“I am counting my breath, in numbers one to hundred”
And I didn’t know what to make of it.
As I saw Nishi Nath dead today. As death looked painful and scary.
I finally got it. And I smiled.
You said.
Today a thing happened. Nishi Nath died. Which my mother corrects “ Say Nishi Nath passed away”
His body was a pack of bones, his face looked like a woman’s. No hair left anywhere. Death looked painful and scary.
“Each time we do something sinful, an hour or so is lessened from our lives” and you believed in it so much.
On new year’s eve ten years ago, at Pom’s terrace as we kissed and we were twelve
In that moment of silence so awkward, you said the exact thing.
“I am counting my breath, in numbers one to hundred”
And I didn’t know what to make of it.
As I saw Nishi Nath dead today. As death looked painful and scary.
I finally got it. And I smiled.
Comments
Its weird...no matter how much u think you have grown up...u havnt until u see someone dead! i dont know wat tat means...but i had tat feeling
death sometimes is all you wish for.
i love this post and the new header...
u remind me of this time when i said "o morey geche"...and ma corrected me and said,"o mara geche"
@lil boxes: yea...neva really corrected dat habit though!