ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴘ 🌀

Context: A letter that Aunpama would have written to Anand when he chooses not to reply to her after learning about her condition (in the book MAHASHWETA by Sudha Murthy). She considers herself as a flower from the parijata tree while writing this letter. 

If I were to mention of your name, the oceans and skies  would proclaim, that  they abide in your eyes. How could I be not beholden to you?  your voice made the thunders cease for me,  you're deed made the ripples rise for me. Dare I say, you're no less than a glint of welkin. 

It's the city lights, which glows like stars makes me want to chase them. The abyss of the city's core, mirrors the galaxies of the sky. The gleaming train at the edge of the city reminds me of gliding meteor. That lone eternal light atop the hill ecohes sirius's name. If I were to mention of constellation they abide at the rim of the city.

It was half past 10 , I was waiting in the bus stand. I had lost my last bus to reach home. There were only vendors in the bus stand, packing everything and returning to their home. I realised am late, I had never been this late. A part of me was terrified and scared of the dark, another part of me was so consumed in staring at nothingness. Apparently, my feelings of nullity overpowered my fears. I could smell popcorn from a distance. The smell of the popcorn got stronger and stronger by every second, so did my sense of gluttony.  My gaze fell upon the vendor selling them. A strange middle-age man, with saffron and dirty turban on his head, he wore a blue shirt which had holes in them and he dragged his slippers as he walked. For some reason I couldn’t stop looking at him as he walked towards me. It’s just that grim on his face that drew my attention. I stood up from my seat and asked him, “ yashtu anna”. He didn't reply but showed the board that read 25 rupees. For a moment I star...