I stare at her room
Messy but aesthetic,just like her
The books are piled over the sheets
I remember how she lay amidst them-
supine,with legs on the walls
White walls dirty with dusty foot.
Pinch pleat curtains and complicated artworks
Dead chrysanthemums on floral japanese vase
Bindis stuck on the Almirah mirror
Red.Black.Maroon.
A few old cassettes and her...