The fish

Today I have tried to save a fish.

I walked on the beach with the morning sun already burning my white face, my feet in a wet sand occasionally cooled by a coming wave. As I looked down there was a green sparkle. A shiny little stirrings, a thing grasping for life, it's mouth in a constant movement, breathing hardly and eyes wide open. A tiny little shiny fish, glittering as the most precious emerald.

The two stories

I started feeling little bit better. I am not anymore annoyed with the weather, people, being too hot, not having enough breeze at noon... I calmed down and stopped over-thinking. I even eat more (okay maybe not more since it's too hot but at least my appetite is back).

Today I went to my room to take an afternoon nap. I thought I'm calm and closed my eyes. Suddenly it hit me. I saw his face and started missing him. Again.

As I write these words I got interrupted (as always... remember, in India you are never alone). An old, very dark man with dreadlocks which run down almost to the floor, approached me. My new neighbour.