‘I think there are more notebooks,
that I have kept track of,
in my house that I reside in,’never touched once after,
buying & bringing them home.
but I know this…
every inch of my body does,
every bit of my heart does,
that one fine day,
I’d turn to them,
broken in pieces,
inside my gut feelings,
deep inside my mind,
thinking,
‘God!
How could I just leave these like this?
How pretty these little things are!’
Smiling to myself,
then, writing my own name on one of them,
only to leave them all over again,
scattered across the house.
To live another day ahead,
and another one like that,
Someday again,
if not soon after!”
©Nisha