Monday, September 03, 2007

His Spectacles next to the Bed

I could see his spectacles lying on the table next to the bed. The alarm clock said 5:45. The sky was turning pink as I watched it. He still slept like a child. His right leg pulled up to his chest, his left outstretched below it. The left ankle peeking out from below the bed sheet. ...more


Aushin said...

One of the more superior ones in your already enviable ensemble of literary penmanship

rads said...

Lovely. Sensitively portrayed. Rings true na? :)

Nandita said...

It should ring true, hopefully. Otherwise it would be badly written. Besides, for almost everybody, a history is always there, oui?
Thanks for the comment. :-)