Kindly Adjust

Attracted by the charming evanescence bursting through the yellow bright halogen light; purloined from the slippery grasp of the world at large, the moth reached its demise by immolation on the hot tubes of the halogen lights. Its sudden jerking noise of death was heard by nobody over the drumming of drums and cymbaling of cymbals. Nobody paid attention to its twisting body-on-the-plastic-reflector as it convulsed feebly in unexpressed pain and burning heat. Nobody looked up from the drama unfolding on the lowly earth beside the river to hear the twirling of its wings, curling of its leg in unseen coruscation. He was unknown, a non-entity in death. Except that somebody had indeed paid attention. Just as it were going to evaporate off its existence, just as its last traces of being were absolved criminally by heat pain and deceit of light; Vishnu the director of Ram Leela looked up from the act, his attention diverted by the scrawny noise emanating from creature-melting-on-the-reflect...

The sudden, harsh outburst of light struck me defenceless, crippling me for few moments... Getting up before it, as a victim raises its head before its impaler seconds before he is going to be executed, I saw that it had blinded me completely. All I could see was the swirling mist of darkness. All I could feel was helplessness, desolation. Then there was a jerk, a shrieking noise of friction between two metals resisting each other’s inertia, a bump somewhere, and clouding sigh as if something exhausted had taken a long deserved break. The cumulative result was that I had been spared of one nightmare to enter into another. And this time there was no escaping it. I guess when you live a reality of nightmare; there is no end to your woes. To put it in mundane words, I woke up. I got up from my berth, which was the lowest one, and felt around in the darkness for water bottle. The bloody jerking halt of train had rolled it down. I squatted on the floor and finally traced it cuddling alo...