Unborn

So? Are you here?

Yes.

Is it silent now?

Yes.

and still…

Mmmhmmm…

Is it dark?

No.

What do you mean?

I mean, it is not dark.

What do you see then?

Nothing.

But you said it was not dark.

It isn’t. It is grey.

And you don’t see anything?

No.

Is it fog?

No… More like a wall, a grey wall.

Do you feel it?

Yes.

Then turn around.

I can’t. I am stuck to it.

Push…with your hands…legs… your body.

I can’t. I don’t have hands…or legs…or a body.

What do you mean?

Just what you heard me say.

If you don’t have…how are you stuck?

Just the way you are.

I’m not stuck…

So? Are you here?

Yes.

Is it silent now?

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About victoranish

A theatre worker living in Bangalore.
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