on certain days when she paid close attention to her inner voice. she discovered that she hated slamming doors, stepping on dog poo, things spilling over. hated the voice of her landlord, mouth blisters, friends calling in on weekends, spitters on the road and RnB.

she discovered that she liked her t.v on mute, songs in foreign languages over and over again, the piano,baby cat paws, eating mango pulp, not speaking, an empty house, frizzy hair, bubbles and her grandmother's memory.

she realised that the only things she was passionate about were the monsoons and that fish were her favourite pet.
and on evenings when she sat all by herself and paid close attention to her inner voice, she felt really happy.


little boxes said...

she feels a lot like me :|

reema said...

@lil box: :)