Detriment

Loss.

A palpable gnawing in the heart, where there's now a permanent black hole
- it's where he used to live.. I'm guessing.
A tangy and bitter lump in the back of the throat- that cannot seem to be gorged down. And at the rare instances I manage to swallow it, drops and lies heavily in the pit of the stomach.

Shutting the windows of my mind whenever I hear the guitars-intro clanging in "Sau Aasmaan", to ebb away the nostalgic heartache.

Friendship
- defined by sounds, scents, scenes, and sustained sensations
amalgamated in a thousand balls of lead in the tear ducts , trawled along the jawlines set hard to control the sobs
onto my pillow.

Loss is healthy; it provides perspective
Unfortunately though, the revelation doesn't provide restoration.


(c) Anu Madhubhashinie

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