Keyhole
The rats sneak in and out of the tiny little cracks and open crevices. The sunlight, moonlight and the street light peep into the tiniest and most unreachable of corners. And yet she was quite oblivious to all of it. Living her own zone, she was quite happy to let those components be a part of her universe. It all started with her moving into my next door apartment. I never craved for any sort of company whatsoever. But then, curiosity is the mother of all fuck-ups, I should have known that. On one more of those “just passing” days, I was busy being myself – nothing. And then a faint noise of a beautiful feminine voice shook me up from my drudgery. Driven by what sounded like a voice from the heaven, a transcendental, an ethereal voice, I was driven – driven enough to check out the bearer of such soulful voice. Manners, however, taught me a different thing. Days passed by and passed by some more. Nothing much happened. Events kinda reach a standstill when your mind is too p