"Too much water." I thought and ran back inside, emptied half of the bowl and walked outside. "The flame should be thin." Had to rush inside again. It took ten minutes to figure out how thin it must be. "Make sure to use some oil so that they don't stick." Mom yelled from the other…
Every morning.
Looks into the mirror; Oh! it's you again. Walks away.
Life right now.
When things are the same, we crave for change. When everything changes, we miss the routine. Life, being itself.
The Routine
Winters are ruthless. They get even worse when you're hurt. The mirror showed her blood oozing out of her upper lip. She sat on the chair with a depressing slouch and ran her finger over the blood, wiping it off in one go. She rubbed the blood on her thumb, spreading it on her index…
A new day.
It's a new day! Oh, a new day! Is it a new chance? Nah. It's just another day. Same shit, different day. But it doesn't have to be that way, does it? "Depends on what's on your mind" says my friend beside me. What's on my mind? It's a new day!! The year's coming to…
