On Trains

The train zoomed past trees And buildings and electric Poles. The trees waved away the Weary travelers; at times with Inching shadows and at times With a splatter of water. It shook itself dry and Drenched us who Stood at the doors Of the iron cabin. The buildings wore a A sour countenance as its …

Ayesha-Rehan: 10-01-1997

Rehan, Divya is down with a fever since the past week. I have been literally living there since she fell ill. Jr. has been getting along with Jia and I think Divya is learning to get on. It’s like a dirty joke played by Providence that we humans “get” over the dead and “get” on living …