In the beginning, there was an orange.
An orange which I brought to school.
I gave it to my friend who gave it to him.
And that was that.
Then there was this tall lean shy kid who put on ponds powder on me.
I stood still near the wall closing my eyes,
turning my face to the side,
both my sweaty hands placed on the wall.
He brushed his fingers on my cheeks,
powder all over my face,
he walked away laughing.
I was drenched when I reached school,
offered me a hanky to dry myself
which I washed the next day and gave back.
Another day, another date, I was drenched again,
the only person with no sweater on.
I was offered a sweater, everybody giggled,
I denied.
Other days
I was offered a ride back home.
I denied.
Once in an school excursion,
I brought noodles with me,
big shreds of cabbage on it.
No one ate, making fun of it.
Then a fork swooped in, took a scoop,
He smiled and told me it was really tasty.
We parted.
This was the time when I fell in love with a girl.
She is a bit crazy but exceptionally witty.
These three years,
I have no sweet memories,
only many lessons learnt.
Then just when I thought I have put my life together,
it crumbled in front of my eyes,
howling and whirling,
no life, no cheers,
just a body.
Amidst, I was told I was a firefly.
a helpless tandan after all
in a Kafka's world,
A dead Sylvia to a dead poem.
