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In the terrorized mind

Terror has struck again. Again the lives of millions are affected; hatred spread and images that will continue to haunt our memories. Melodramatic news channels report fictionalised news to attract more viewers, without considering the impact their melodrama will have on the person with no connection to the outside world except the television. They are doing what they do best: minding the business of people's lives. Inappropriate, insensitive. This is the ‘n’th time that I see these images. That I sit holed up in my house when others decide my fate. I am not one of the hostages stuck in the hotels. But I am the hostage of terror. I locked my door twice yesterday, got up to check the locks on the middle of the night, and prayed to my God that everything will be fine in the end. Then, as a citizen I witness the power game and the politics of people running my country: I hear undue remarks on religion. And even if I don’t believe in making religion the reaso (because I believe tha

That scent..

Yes, Yes, I know that scent New plastic covers and brown paper sheets. New books with lots of stories New chapters and new workbooks, New bags and fancy water bottles New shoes with snow coloured socks Freshly sharpened pencils In a colourful pencil box. Yes, yes, I remember what it means It means new beginnings, ‘Leave yesterday beneath that tattered History text book’, it screams And open new doors, And rest on new seats, In new classes And new hiding places to seek Oh, I so wish I could go back, For day, Not more. And I would still like to play with abandon and go bone-tired to bed.