6:00 am
Young rays of sunshine tickled my feet, waking me up.
Only, I clutched my blanket tighter and looked at the shining dust on the windowsill.
It reminded me of the Hindi poem I had desperately tried to stamp into my conscious back in 8th grade.
I got up immediately to brush my teeth.
11:00 am
Dadi asked me if I wanted coffee with Jimjams.
I told her yes, without malai. She laughed and shook her head.
I stopped my dad from going to his office today. Or tomorrow. Not for a few days.
I won’t let that laughter fade away.
4:00 pm
Today’s horoscope said I’ve been running away from my creativity so I decided
I will let it come to me.
I immediately switched on my laptop and typed- “shdsbahhajajajzj”.
I could never play the piano
but I can always play my keyboard.
I switched it off.
Creativity may be a leopard but I am also a temptress.
It will not catch me again.
6:00 pm
Nani called me and asked me to
study for my exams so
I underlined abstract words in my history textbook-
myth, ancient, time, Meluhha, war.
and then kept it away.
I did the same with political science-
revolution, movement, bloodshed, war.
and psychology-
stress, symptoms, causes(?), war.
It should be enough.
9:00 pm
Papa once told me to keep my poems
short
he said no one reads long texts.
I always have too many words to write.
No one will ever read them.
So I threw my thoughts down the drain while doing my dishes
to stop myself from trying to write again.
2:00 am
Old moonlight embraced me after I kept my book away
singing tales of a brave knight, a notorious poet, and forgotten castles,
pushing me to sleep.
I lay down, clutched my blanket tighter, curled up in a ball and closed my eyes.
There was not a single speck of dust on the windowsill.
