By Rajiv Khandelwal
Life is predictable
It returns
To where it started
Today
I unlocked my drawer
To put in money
Unlatched it
Put the money in
Closed the drawer
The money on my desk
Stared at me, quizzically
I was surprised
Opened the drawer again
And found my phone
Glaring at me, vacantly lost
I wonder
If this habit of cyclic action
Stems
From those unexpressed
Unaddressed longings
During times spent with you