Reminiscence Of A Dead Soul

By Fathima Huda P

An another normal night. Rain downpours wildly outside on the roads. The headlights pierce into those wet strands every so-often and leave them back in dark.

I-who died a decade ago- feel an icy warmth again.

Let me please know when a little girl pass by this way. Someone in a white frock that would have some tiny silky roses in red. She might have an umbrella printed of a bunch of balloons -orange, blue, red, green, yelllow, white- a real feast to your lens-ed eyes.

Listen, you might hear her flip-flopping across the water and splashing against some absentees you will never know.Let her please be told of me waiting beside the rusty window grills of your house- the house she never acquainted with.

May be she would remember me.

May be she would ask me to come out.

May be she would offer me an alliance I have been missing.

May be she would even smile -

to the body she left behind a decade ago.

By Fathima Huda P