Saturday, 6 October 2018

Flash Fiction 2014 Longlist, Ishan Mukhopadhyay

Lights and the City Nights

Sometimes the city feels like in coma – wrapped in dull yellow lights. Recuperating in a dim, feverish daze, and barely hanging onto life by a thread. Life seems to be suspended in slow motion, and there’s something hypnotic in the numb glow of those yellow street lamps. Walking along the streets, or taking a ride, honking, headlights, sweat dripping, couples nestling, giant hoardings and the surreal  lights…life looses it’s coherence, it’s motive, at times. People feel like complacent puppets, rude people who seem like robots – it may only be my harassed brain failing to register design, losing the thread of reason in a giant, humid metro… I don’t care. I lose myself in those lights… I gasp for breath. My hot, yellow consciousness, full of immobile, mechanical people stalls all thoughts, pain, longing… nothing distracts my stupor. I struggle to dissociate the real world... 

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