Brrrrring! Brrrring! Brrrrrring! The high pitched tone of the Rotary dial pierced the melancholy stillness of the room for the fifth...

I have attempted at writing a short fiction piece based on the concept of absurdism taken from Samuel Beckett's play Waiting for Godot.

This piece is solely focused on a memory of my teenage years.

kabhie kabhie mere dil mein khayal aata hai, ke jaise tujhko banaya gaya hai mere liye, tu abse sitaaron mein bas rahi thi kahi...

ajeeb dastan hai yeh, kaha shuru kaha khatam yeh manzile hai konsi na voh samajh sake na hum...

mein toh hoon sapno ke raja ki rani, sach hona jaaye yeh jhooti kahani, yeh sama sama hai ikraar ka kisi ke intezaar ka...

tujhme agar pyaas hai baarish ka ghar paas hai roke tujhe koi kyun bhala sang sang tere aakash hai.

vaadein gaye baatein gayi, jaagi jaagi raatein gayi, chaha jisey mila nahi, toh bhi humein gila nahi, jaane tu ya jaane na...