Outburst of a 26 year old Indian Girl.
“In a nutshell, I had posts coming to me all the time, and once when I was opening my letter box, I commented to Mom who was on the phone, “there are only bills and such in my post box these days.” She noted this carefully too.”
Moonlight pours in through the wooden window,
the night follows the lit path inside, they sit
on my closed eyelids, I sleep, peacefully, there.
Then, I am asleep like a baby, here.