5:44 AM
Samrat Babu Koirala
"Yes, yes even to the prostitutes wearing miniskirt and tight stockings during the uncomfortable silence in the room of Thamel."
Your
warm shoulders which I once called home is an empty space that is
running out of air. The funny laugh in the non funny jokes, the sharing
of the funniest tweets tomorrow on the first hour, the songs that made
their way from your mobile to mine directly into the playlist.
These
all now sound like a third class fiction playing in a dusty black and
white tv in a stranger's world.
Now?
Now,
I tell my stories to the drunkards sleeping on the side of the broken
sewage pipelines in the narrow road beside...
