Today
You take pictures like there is no tomorrow. I call it stupidity and walk away. I understand that there is no home for you here today. I smile and get wasted around the side of the back-drain. and then you slowly tip toe behind me, and take another one of those photographs. my mind gets angry and I stub what was left, on the floor and walk away. You are left baffled and wonder if you have a home left here today?
I have walked out on you, unwilling to be a part of your hypocrisy. You stay back in your home and get wasted by the kitchen sink. as I come back in the morning, I see you have tucked yourself away and are sleeping. your naked body reminds me of mountainous bellysides. I walk into the kitchen then and see your puke on the floor. It has the same clear white as the sand beach we visited last June.
Then I take a drag and step over it.
I come sit by you, and squat a mosquito dead.
I switch off the lights (that you carefully left on, I think), and take a picture of you lying in bed.
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Akanksha Arya is an excitable creature who moves from places to places, like Ambala to Pune. She is fresh out of a top media school and is out to get the world. In her most intrepid, intricate, inherently involute times she weaves words and moments into dark, dark prose with subtleties that we may catch ourselves thinking about long after the story has passed us by. At other times, she makes mostly funny faces and too many wry observations. She has worked with various media initiatives and written a play among a whole lot of other things.
Photograph : Conceptualised and Shot by Akanksha, Edited by M.
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