Sali

Plowing the pages of textbooks, Sali’s teenage sauntered away like a bull. Her breath smelling chewing gum still lingers in the solitude of his soul, but he’s forbidden to call up. His free bird’s died, getting a shock from the wire of life – worms of worries rot his mind. He’s been installed in an insalubrious office, where he gets itch from the file-ants and the bossy-words. His spouse’s spun a web for him – he always moves like a spider. It’s only when he babbles to his baby that he feels, ‘I live’. He chews betel to reduce the level of his tension - stains increase day by day . ‘Adult’ is imprinted on his back to carry all on his back. He jumps from counter to counter like a grasshopper with the bills in diverse hues. And all his hopes are cast over a never homing day.