Purbasha Roy

1.Serious Business
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The escape velocity of someone leaving
is arbitrary. Remember the hare in the
hare-tortoise story. After you walked
beyond my line of sight, the ping-pong
balls of loneliness appeared. There
sounds the sounds of torn prayer. A
metaphor arrived before I could go
and fetch it from a copy-paste version
of a sad poem. In it there were mushrooms
dying beneath the hard sunshafts. The
weather made me remember the first
screenshot I saved of yours. Your
spectacles in your hands gave me
a lot of feelings. The faint iridescence
of the myopic glasses boldly traveled
to the dark quarters of my flesh and
suddenly lit up everything of me I
had no idea of. It was your name
puddling at every nook. I am waiting
for them to become doors. And
approach to the story I knew not, joy
had something serious to do with you.