Listen now, grandma is gonna tell a story.
So get comfortable, shut up and breathe slowly.
"There was once an impoverished poet, frantically searching his brain for fragments of memories that could be taken down as poetry"
She stops, there is some confusion, she is staring at us blankly feigning recognition.
She continues, "the poet locks himself and removes his eyes, in order to write what's inside. Upon removal of his eyes, he can clearly see what's inside, he writes and writes, but his poems are ridiculed and are called fabricated lies".
She stops again, what happens then, does he die?
I don't know she says and then she cries, I just hope my words aren't all lies.

- Vaibhav