I am the voice you hear in your noggin...|
day in and day out
Current Residence: Bangalore
Favourite genre of music: Rock(classic rock,alternate rock,hard/ soft
Favourite style of art: portraits
workFlicking pages back and forth.work by Preettisen
Clicking keys on the chore
Sticking post- its on the board
Picking the right words to end a note
Licking envelopes for a post
Tricking the mind into working more and more
Pricking conscience gets you bored...
DeathThe coffin was placed in the center of the room.The body was lying there with a peaceful look.The face, although aged,had a tiny smile.The eyes seemed to flutter.Death by Preettisen
The air was redolent with the smell of rose petals,incense sticks.There was a small lamp glowing quietly in dignity.There was religious music playing.
A bee was droning in the room,confusedly.The people were watching confusedly too.Were they to burst into tears?Sing his praises?Should they be resigned and accept his death?
Whispers wafted across as they described the dead man's plight.How he loved,how he lived.He had been a man who had sired two sons.They had drifted away each seeking his own
destiny.But they could not remain dry-eyed once they heard of his death.They had burst into spontaneous tears.He had been a good father,a good uncle,a true son,a gentle and playful husband, a loving grandfather,a skilful caring doctor.
Nobody would replace him.His clothes would never be touched again by him.His instruments would never be