Lost in Thoughts

If you take a sharp left down the main road and ride straight, you will hit a dirt wall. No one knows who owns the wall but every Thursday, another new poster gets plastered over the disturbingly colourful mess of film ads beneath. You can even catch a glimpse of an old MGR rerun on the bottom right. It is a wall that silently supports cinema, fandom and teethering drunks. Enough of the brown wall. Now see this tiny alley to the right of it? Dim-lit and a tad shady. That my friend, leads to the renown Wall clock Street. Unlike the path to it, the Wall Clock Street is a brightly-lit, blustering little community. It is filled with small box shops on either side. The name boards spell differently but all the shops are as alike as sisters. Each identical to the next from the humming tubelights and alarmingly low fans that don't keep away the mosquitoes.The sassier ones have neon lights dangling like cheap jewellery. The road is almost always damp with puddles- tred with care. The rusti...

I was afraid of the woods, the huddled trees looked menacing, as if hissing and scowling at me, threatening me to keep out. There were reptiles by the dank ponds too. Sometimes they would slither over my feet, sending chills down my spine. An occasional gleam of a panther's iris, would find me dashing back home. Then one day, my mother led me by arms, humming softly as we walked through the trees, let me run my fingers over their scared barks, plucked for me a flower hanging off a branch. The trees were quite generous, I thought, they didn't mind it even when I carved deep, my name, into their trunks. The snakes didn't hurt me unless I them. My mother patted my head and said, "No creature would ever hurt you, unless you do them wrong!" "Because", she smiled as she continued, "Every being is a child of God, just as graceful." I didn't know then that, She was wrong about one. From then I ...