Swetha Sivadas
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read

And suddenly the swirling stopped. Abruptly.

Stranded and staggered, as if the past carried emptiness.

Struggling for a push or a pull, I almost knocked myself off my feet.

The sand beneath me eroding and the wind shuffling past.

Yet, there I stood rooted.

All I could wish was someone to resume the play that has been paused.