R.K. Sameer

The Second Hand's Fingerprints

Time flows into a pond slowly filling it, and I swim in it in circles, till it overflows and trickles down, and I'm moving forward. Until then it is waking up at 4:30, going to bed at 9, cooking one cup rice with two cups water, washing clothes at 8, bringing back dried clothes at 4, sweeping the room at 5, the same movies on the laptop, the same songs on the iPod. Most of the time I cannot make out yesterday from the day before or the day before that.

cutting nails
in the same technique
every Sunday
the curve of my fingertip
takes on a different turn