The sun has long since set
and the shadows of the clouds
are playing peekaboo with light.
It is 11.11 PM,
and for the next sixty seconds,
everything is going to make sense.
You waxed your left arm four times
because that’s always the side he sits on.
I promise you, tomorrow, he will tap your wrist
and ask you for a pen.
His mind will begin reeling with the same possibilities
that keep you up at night.
You will be devastatingly beautiful.
Athena and Aphrodite’s love child.
You will have the answer
To ever exam question, and
for everyone who asks you
where you are headed.
Your poetry will come out
on wet paper with trembling hands.
But I promise you,
It will made somebody laugh,
It will take you five minutes less
to convince yourself
To get out of bed
The bottle will be left uncorked tonight.
The glow of the phones will die out;
and for once,
the answer to the question “how was your day?”
will not just be
The checkboxes in front of your list of responsibilities
will all be ticked.
Tonight, no matter where you are,
or whom you are with,
you will be home.
So close your eyes.
This is a piece from my maiden publication ‘Three Feet Taller’
I was talking to a friend recently who said, “I don’t know how you do it. I don’t think I have it in me to show my work to everyone.”
And he’s right. For the first few months during the publishing process, I got jitters every time my mother, or my agent said words like “manuscript” or “book” (hell, I even freaked out when I got to know I had an “agent”).
Suddenly it all seemed too, real. My work would now forever be attached with my name?
Was I ready for this?
There is nothing that I love more than writing, and to know that I’m making a person sitting miles away from me feel something inside their chest, is all I can ask for.
Three Feet Taller changed me, stretched me, fortified me. It made me a lot of things, and “afraid” is not one of them.
I hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it.
Here’s the link : Buy Three Feet Taller