Redhya

while scrolling through your feed on instagram, an innocent jealousy messes with your head when you come across a few beautiful pictures of some old friends. unwillingly, you like some posts, skip some, however, ignore the most. Finally, you bump into a plain but nostalgic poem – “some old friends” “no one reads these days!” tired and stressed out, that’s all you can say. sighing, you fall facedown onto your bed, throw your phone away, put a messy cushion over your head, and take a nap to escape away rhythmic tremors earthquake! bloody no! it’s your phone, idiot. vibrations, they certainly disturb your soul in a dreamy state, don't they? in your dreams, you were probably in heaven drinking wine with sultry demons. you check your phone with no emotions, “mother!” you keep the phone silent and flipped it over; it make you believe that you fortuitously missed some more calls. still lying on the bed with a restless mind, state of jactitation, you feel an ineffable agit