Light and shadows

These writings sketch my shadows, which although fleeting and composite ones, will be at their longest at twilight and the sharpest during mid-day. They will also be the haziest and the most amorphous when the sun eventually sets, when ‘It’ wins its daily race against time for the final time. At my expense. This crumbling self fills my ink-pot, and the dust gets shaped into alphabets; some to be blown away and some which might harden,stay and maybe cast other shadows.