Lately, I am constantly aware of a feeling of spiraling doom. The city is converging on us, the times are fragmenting randomly, even coldly; it’s mayhem within and mayhem without and I’m up at nights, seeking that elusive ingredient that makes me believe it, the one abrasive incident, the cautionary tale, the warning of an impending apocalypse under a veneer of smooth normalcy, as people celebrate new bridges and governments and triumphs over parallel democracies.
I can’t shake it off, this sense of alarm, it bubbles in the pit of my core, and I am uneasy, jumpy and watching like a cornered hawk as the sensation rises to my throat and threatens to bring up howls of dark, viscous green at a pitch I cannot recognize as my own.
And in the midst of the mire, Yatra.com messages to tell me its rates are slashed and I should fly away. One-way tickets, my friends, couldn’t be better timed.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
screeeeeam!
Aunty G: You can’t say I didn’t warn you. 😀
methinks its the summer of everyone’s discontent
Seriously yaar! Where is that book of yours? Just compile your scribblewick papers, throw in a plot and publish! You write so beautifully…even if it is about the End of Days.
Sigh. Not what I should read on a Monday morning….
what is this
something’s amiss
aunty g can only scream
OJ shake it off and say it’s only a dream
Oh lord!!! why am I reading so much more into this? Or was it meant to convey what I am getting?
The fear to celebrate, of being caught unawares,again, the worthiness of seemingly worthy decisions. Are we being cynical for no reason?
aneela: Et tu?
M4: A book isn’t needed. Not yet, anyway.
Nitya: My sentiments exactly, even as I hit publish.
maidinmalaysia: Rhyme some more,
Let the words pour,
Even if it’s a ploy,
To bring Aunty G some joy,
Gotta make her heart soar!
Anamika: Options:
1. You’re following in Aunty G’s “happy posts only” footsteps.
2. You’re bored because it’s Monday.
3. You feel it too but aren’t sure you want to admit it. 🙂
So fly, OJ, fly!!!
wordjunkie: I feel like Forrest Gump with a rotor.
Ah well, thank you, am now alright
But, by golly, i did get a big fright
That “one-way ticket”
Made ME almost kick the bucket
Suicides are a bane and a blight!
Aunty G: A one-way ticket, my Aunty G,
needn’t be in the metaphysical plane,
You’re quite right there and I agree,
that suicides are a pain.
(And I’m aware that isn’t a limerick.)