The Unruled Notebook

The top official ordered a terrorist probe. The Prime minister nodded in agreement. Amidst the tension caused by the missing MH370, the two of them smiled and shook hands.   No one noticed but me. I knew the baffling truth about all this. They conspired the whole incident, frame by frame, the murderers. “I see you” Picture sourced from Google    

Awes and gnaws – this is exactly how I’d describe my time spent in Sydney. I always reckon it is not the place you live that matter, it is the people around you that do. Some people just fit tactically in your life when you badly need them like a missing puzzle piece found. They are not your friends, not your relatives, not even people you meet at work every day. They are strangers waiting to make that moment of yours memorable. A few people I met in the lil’ old granny flat in Burwood made it an unforgettable stay for me in Sydney for which I am eternally grateful. The experience was not all that pleasurable in the beginning, I turned out to be home sick which I thought I’d never be, I turned out to be not-so-social which I believed otherwise and it turned out I am Hemophobic. The Opera House - In Sepia   One particular summer day, when I was getting used to my flat (which is a small room with an attached bathroom), I heard someone knock my door. I thought...

Humming blithely one morning as I opened your letters; outside, the sky was blue and the sun shining. It felt good to be alive. I had let them languish in a box and let them ferment into dark poison, as if to entertain the ghosts in my house. I opened the first letter. It read “I am leaving you and leaving the earth”. A sharp ray of light struck my forehead and I wanted to fly. Far up, until the crisp air thins and  I'd  never want to come back down. The sky was still blue, the sun still shining.

    I started typing… Some of the keys in my keyboard popped up,  Picture source - Google   In an order; as if mocking me, “ L   O   A   F   E   R ” I rubbed my eyes vigorously hoping it’d bring me back to reality. It continued, “ F    O    O    L ” this time.   I banged heavily on the keyboard, thrashing my fingers. I then reached for the mouse to shut the computer down. The mouse moved away, as if some ingenious spirit has gotten into it. Grabbing hold of its cable, I pulled; trying to keep it in place. The cable pulled away from my hands and there it lay, hanging above my head. I moved away in an impulse, not wanting to be hit by a possessed mouse. The cable started dancing in the air, making shapes. The last shape I saw was that of a folded awareness ribbon. It came closer to me; I shout out and pass out, at the same time.   Realizat...