Nothingness

By Aayra Singh

As I lay wide awake at 4 in the morning, staring at the ceiling in my room, all the thoughts that were pushed back into the tiniest corner of my brain start to hit me slowly. One by one they engulf my sanity creating a chaos in me. My eyes are fixed at the old fan which rotates with the maximum strength it has left but my ears pay no heed to the creaking noise it makes amidst the silence of the dead early morning. All I can hear is the what if's that fill me up till the brim yearning to splurge out like a waterfall, seeking to fall in the oasis of answers. Rather, my unsettled thoughts pave their own path in the jigsaw puzzle leading to nothingness.

By Aayra Singh