I've been meaning to ask
how you spent last Sunday?
did you go to the market
to buy the little statue?
or watch television
too tired to get out of bed?
Was Monday
like every other day?
was it nice to wake up
to a new week
or was it a drag to go to work?
and what about the middle of the week?
was it a mental dash for Friday?
or an adventure?
did Wednesday really take forever?
and finally is Saturday a relief for you?
I want to check
if you would agree
to spend it with me?
we could be
behind a novel
or a fire
or a movie screen
or maybe in the kitchen
we could cook together?
or maybe together, in bed
with open windows
listen to some music, and smile?
Official Website and Blog for Shaleen Rakesh, an indie author based in Dehradun, India. Shaleen is a writer and recursive observer of the shifting Himalayan landscape, whose work interrogates the friction between geologic time and the fragile architecture of human memory. Deeply rooted in the ecological and psychological terrain of the Doon Valley, his prose functions as a diagnostic for the Anthropocene—charting the rain of ash that defines modern loss.
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