The lights are off
Crickets pitch loud
A perfect backdrop
To write a song
This deep darkness
Unclutters the mind
Gives me wings
And words to fly
The mind is the pen
And memory the board
Composing verses
Of secrets untold
Over Coffee( A short story)
I had been scratching my head to come up with 'the idea' but even ceaseless cups of coffee didn't help. Next morning, I took the metro. I always preferred public transport to my car for I got to see people of varied shapes and sizes in terms of their brain. People who offered seats to the elderly, people who turned their head away when they saw a pregnant woman,people who wanted to explore the body of a female with their elbow. Traveling is a mind expanding exercise for me. As I disembarked the coach, I heard a loud thunderstorm and hurried to the exit. I was in no mood to get stuck up due to the rain. You know autumn in north throws surprises. The rain however overtook me and I was left gaping and stranded. In that cacophany, I heard someone call my name in a voice that was laden with elements of both surprise and question. I turned around and saw a familiar face with a crippled leg. My pattern recognition faculties were kind of confused. We generally don't forget p...