Standing in that corridor I notice for first time in 2 months, how intricate is the grill. A big grill before a small mesh of wires before one more small mesh. It seems that it has not been made to keep the men inside but to keep their spirits as well; at least it has been tried well. I am still numb to all that is going around which is nothing but chaos and unintended one. Intended chaos is such a welcome and unintended chaos is a curse. What if you cannot even tell anyone the feeling of getting cursed? What if the allegation comes before the acceptance that you have helped genuinely? What if you never get to talk to her after the day you had the best talk of your life with her? What if there is no one around to even give a glancing look at your misery? Pace is so dangerous sometimes.
Oil gives me an eerie feeling. What if you someday just drown in it? Gone without a trace, cry as loud as you can but no one would listen, not even your own ears. All you would hear is the globules of oil forming and bursting and penetrating.
Isn’t that numbness? All you hear is globules forming, bursting and penetrating. It prevails.
