and it was all..

It was way too early, I refused to accept the fact that it was already six in the morning. It truly felt that I had crashed into bed just a few minutes ago. I heard the bell of the driver, and my deepest fears were confirmed, life was waiting while I tried to stretch every last second of indolence that I had left. I got out of the wrong side of the bed and tripped over my shoes on the way to the bathroom, only to stumble in, my eyes blinded by the streaks of yellow light shining through. I blinked a couple of times, ignored the light completely and put down my blinds, blocking out the yellow with a thick black.

When I walked into school, your yellow school bag banged into me. I turned around to see who the hell it was and grinned and slowed down so you could catch up. The yellow was burning a hole in my eye. I looked away and taught myself to stare blindly at the terracotta cobbled pavement. I hid your yellow behind a concrete road.

I got back with a heavy migraine, the sun had really taken its toll on us. I opened up the ointment I had picked up on the way back and quickly emptied some out onto the palm of my hand. The ashen yellow of the bottle cap stirred something in me and I shivered, my jerk causing some ointment into my eye. My red eyes mixed with salt water as I lay down in a dark room only disturbed by the red tint of the tv on standby. I let myself sink into nothingness, while the tingling sensation of the ointment led me into fitful slumber.

I promised myself to never think of you again. Ive stopped watching tv, with the sheer fear that in some moment of unguarded channel surfing I would come across your face again, blushed by the redness of the ground you’ve been sleeping on for the past couple of days. Clothes dotted with blood of an entire family trapped beneath rubbish and concrete and other frozen paraphernalia. Wisps of golden brown hair circled your almond eyes as you searched for compassion in the reporters eyes, telling him how you didn’t have a home anymore, no one to call your own anymore. In haste, you pushed your hair behind a tattered yellow dupatta, while wiping a rogue tear of your left cheek. You paused, looked at that camera, and in that yellow moment, you broke my heart.

A thankyou to everyone whos doing so much to help those who are in desperate need.. Ive never felt more pride in being a Pakistani.