Lata S Singh
I Love Being Unavailable
So last week, it all started from that office terrace,
at around 4 pm. (tea-break yeah)
While fingers playing around with its sleek body
Sipping not-so-hot tea
Gorging on cafeteria maggi
And busy tweeting, RT-ing, replying, checking FB updates.
All of sudden, it slipped off
Tried to grab it
But, it (oops) gone..
It managed to slip from my grip (sigh)
Very next moment, memories attached to it are ‘there’.
Thirteen floors down.
There on the ground.
Shattered. In bits & pieces. (might ran over by some skoda or some such)