Gooseberry

From everywhere hot air evaporated, cracking the roads and walls. My most light cotton dresses whispered to me, when I walked under the sun.

With a cloud of disturbance around, when I reached home, the jute curtains were assuming an awkward silence.

"And what happened?..." The questions make me deaf.
"How do you feel now?"
"Like a gooseberry at the bottom  of a saline jar". And that's when I felt like laughing.

I went to the windows and looked outside.
Is it raining?
Yes! tiny drops of hope. But they disappeared fast on the dry floor.


"You know, lately I've been feeling that you are no more summed up at home...". There I was on a role of stranger, known to everyone.

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Euphoria was in the air when I was scattering dry leaves in the park. The more I imagined being heavy with thoughts, the lighter I was going.





Gooseberries were raining down when I opened my eyes. No, I was floating up with the cozy lightness of my thoughts.
Crossing the rain drops and dust, I moved up with the lightness and laughter.