Ritesh

“I feel like, I was going somehow with my life, holding myself together and then these blasts happened, and then suddenly I was paralyzed. I was not able to move, or to even hold myself intact. As if like I was fallen into this unconscious state, of eternal sleep. When I was asleep, somebody came and disassembled me into thousands of pieces and then hurriedly put me back together in a second, losing some of my pieces on the ground, or placing some of them incorrectly – you know, that kind of feeling”
“How do you feel?” She added. Apparently, she was asking me back everything.
“I’m still not able to sleep on her side of the bed” I faked a smile.”
― Bhavya Kaushik, The Other Side of the Bed