The world is falling apart. People are moving away and there’s so much chaos inside. Coffee is tasteless this morning, breakfast, bland. Skin tastes saltier, face is drier than ever. How am I gonna live with myself? It’s too cold outside. The place where I stand, everything revolves around this. Sometimes, my head spins along. I’m stuck. I know. I need a miracle and all I got are people.
And then there you are. With me.
And it’s hard to believe you’re human.
Maybe staying is a superpower after all.
Bharath Upendra considers himself a regular Joe who unapologetically talks about the usual and obvious. Writing to him is like an uninvited guest who still hasn’t left and to whom he’s gotten used to anyway.
You can find more of his writing at Bharath’s Banter where he speaks his mind and writes his heart.
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