THE ABYSS

Her eyes were wide open .  She was staring at the white light of a CFL .  But she saw dark , black endlessness .  Everybody hated her now , and she hated everyone else .  Even him .  She was all alone .  But she would not be the one to make truce .  What was she to them ?  They were all together , she was alone .  Her life had just been plunged into the abyss . . .  .

First came hate , then a sense of loss , void , followed , and then again came more hatred .

Most people actually mean "dislike" when they say "hate" .  But , hate is a strong word .  It takes control of their minds .  Once hatred takes over , it doesn't let go . It grows larger by the day , produces more tentacles .  It roots itself in the mind .  A tiny thing disliked becomes the reason for an endless plunge into the abyss . . .  never to re-emerge .

THE BED

The tinier one is , the bigger the world seems . That is why we grow up learning in steps , passing each grade as each year goes by . Then one day , we are just thrown out into the world to find a place for ourselves . Memories that were at the deepest of cellars at the bottom of the head begin to haunt us . They create a feeling of longing , a sort of inextinguishable thirst for our childhood life again .
So , in this mood , however you may interpret or imagine it to be , I lay on my narrow bed and lost myself in the memories of "the bed" . It is still here . My sister practically lives on it ! She spends her day sleeping in it , her night rolling on it with her laptop , and all her stuff are on it . She always races after the clock because she can't bring herself to get off it . I don't blame her though . It has been with her all her life . It is a typical double bed for a commoner . But to us , my sister , Tina and me , it is a lot more than just a bed .
When I was seven and she was thirteen , we imps used to build entire houses , complete with dining hall , kitchen , two bedrooms , two bathrooms , a living room , a store room and a balcony , with sarees on that bed . I would have trouble getting onto it because it was so high and it used to seem so large that I would be afraid to stay on it . Five people could squeeze into it , two of them being us imps . But , then , my mother used to feel like a scary giant .
I am taller than my mother now . The bed has trouble housing just three people . It is too short to roll on anymore . The world seems to have shrunk . But I don't seem to have grown bigger . I don't believe that I grew up . I think the bed grew small .