listen to me...

The heart wants to talk to you. I know you are busy. And that your mind is racing. But will you just spare a moment of your precious time?

The sun is setting. Its going down, taking the bright blue of the day with it. The soft orange cloak of the night is touching my mind. I reach out for my cigarette packet, the only thing that has still not deserted me. But its empty. Like the empty rooms in my flat.

I can hear the cacophony of people still trying to hold on to Diwali outside. Fireworks, leftovers from the happy day, are jewelling the lonely sky.

The sound of a misunderstood heart imitates a dripping tap. Sometimes it’s more deafening than the crackers outside. Sometimes the heart bleeds a little too much. It is at times like these that I feel like talking to you.