'Dadu-Didun'


There are two seven lever locks on the gate to what used to be my grandparents' place. It takes me twenty steps to reach the doormat, but only a breath to find what it takes to not ring the bell. I think I know what's left behind are three rooms and zero souls. When there are too many memories, you choose to mention none, like how when you have too much hair fall, you just stop looking at your comb. Childhood, running free inside doors that won't open. I see my four year old self frock-clad, guilt free sitting in the corner from where I could see what's going on in the kitchen and smile when I found out it's rice porridge and fish for lunch and my world would be perfect, and I would be the best version of happy.

- The Broken Clock