Sreesha Divakaran's Blog, page 7
April 12, 2017
Kashmir | #AtoZChallenge
As the hours passed, I began to grow afraid – that you would hurt yourself and there would be no one to help. Panicking, I called you what felt like a hundred times, and each time it rang, the heavy… 
April 11, 2017
Jealous Gods | #AtoZChallenge
You were upset for the rest of the day. Late in the evening, I asked you why that man’s comment bothered you so much. “Because,” you said, “what if it jinxes what we have? Who walks up to strangers and… 
April 10, 2017
I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing | #AtoZChallenge
My jaw dropped when I saw you waiting for me at the exit. I blamed my overnight bus journey and sleep deprivation for what I was convinced was a hallucination. You asked if I wanted to grab a coffee, and hearing… 
April 9, 2017
Happiness | #AtoZChallenge
She told me it was nice to meet me. Her manner conveyed it wasn’t nice at all. “Who was that?” I asked you as I watched her retreating back. “No idea. But I strongly suspect she was flirting with me,”… 
April 7, 2017
Guiding Light | #AtoZChallenge
We disagreed on the subject of horror movies. You loved them, and it was a love I did not share. For the longest time, you refused to take my “no” for an answer, and would ask me every Friday night… 
April 6, 2017
Funeral | #AtoZChallenge
Aren’t we a selfish bunch! Oh, I don’t mean you or me. I mean the human race. We always think of ourselves first. No matter what the catastrophe, big, small, medium, we ask if it affects us in any way. Most of… 
April 5, 2017
Epiphany | #AtoZChallenge
I never told you about something that happened on the day we were introduced to each other. Tonight, I saw you from a distance as you were walking to the spot where we agreed to meet. You were wearing a grey… 
April 4, 2017
Demons | #AtoZChallenge
Our fingers had their own memories – they found each other and got entwined without us noticing. We were sitting in our spot, those grey concrete stairs, no words being exchanged. I was thinking of a time before you. “You’re too ugly… 
April 3, 2017
Call Me When You’re Sober | #AtoZChallenge
It’s a dingy room with a low ceiling that your head could bump into if you weren’t careful. The smell of soot covered every inch of the house, every crack in the red lacquered floor and every cobweb in the… 
April 2, 2017
Bittersweet Memories | #AtoZChallenge
The small black text catches my eye. In the lower right corner, next to an ad for a cellphone, on the page for local news. The words vaguely register as I read them. I already know this at the back… 
