These breezes feel like tears, the dust pinches like needles and the sun burns me to ash.
With every breathe I take, I feel cursed and raped by destiny. My life is lonely, heart vacant and soul unfulfilled.
Twelve years, I am all alone but she never came back. Our vow, ‘a life together’, has vanished and I am still waiting for death to escort me.
Thinking so, my newspaper falls. I bend and kiss the ground because inside, beneath the surface of the earth, resides my sweetheart.
“Twelve years to the earthquake – 26 Jauary 2001 – Gujrat, India”, read the headline.