Sunday, June 19, 2011

Going, Going, Gone!

We had been lying beneath the sheets. My eyes were bloodshot; so were his. We had been drugged. Lithium. It was too cold to even feel my own limbs, leave alone feeling his.

He would always stare at me with those bloodshot eyes. Drought. Bare. Naked. And stark blank. The drug was too strong. It started killing him. Bit by bit. It changed him. It made maps on his body
His touch changed too. And then... I lost him.

I lost him.


P.S: Just deleted my first blog, Lithium, because every time I saw it, something bothered me. I couldn't figure out what.You should get rid of things when they become more than mere "things".

Now Playing: Say It Ain't So | MoZella.


Rahul Bhatnagar said...

'You should get rid of things when they become more than mere "things".'

I was under the impression that it was the other way round.

Shruti said...

It is the other way round for a lot of people. But they are called "Things" for the simple reason that they shouldn't have an emotional explanation attached to them. We could have given them more specific adjectives had they fallen into some other category other than "Things"

Thanks for dropping by :-)

phatichar said...

Ah, this is my kinda writing. Thanks for dropping by - keep dropping in, will do the same.

Shruti said...

Thanks. Now I should really think of calling you something but Phatichar :D

phatichar said...

Oh really? Why the change of mind? :P

Shruti said...


Because calling someone "Phatichar" is a little odd. :D

phatichar said...

Call me Sri, then. :)