POEM: THE LETTER, TO MYSELF

Three themes, 20-20-10

1

Your peace is broken into pieces!

Sometimes, cruel thorns are less dangerous than roses.

I tell you myself, you are also a Jesus!

Since, you need to carry some invisible crosses.

DRINKS DRANK DRUNKARDS

16th November2013

It was 6:00 in the evening. My mother and I were watching a Tamil movie “Onayum Attukuttiyum” on our Laptop. She felt disgusted while watching some scenes. She lost her interest and asked me to stop the movie. Meanwhile my father entered along with my brother. They seemed confused and restive.

MY M.PHIL CLASSMATES BETRAYED ME!

It would be around 10:00. Room number 16 in main building first floor (my class room) was actively functioning on that day. Professor David was taking attendance. Shockingly, all of them were present including me.