Guilt
Aswin Vijayan, Contributor.
“Open the door,” someone said.
We were sitting in the living room,
watching TV, munching on fried fish.
The city had just woken up below the balcony
selling fish and papers and whatnot.
A camera click-clicked as someone wearily posed,
sipping coffee. It was the first of the six hours.
What is behind the door, I wondered.
“There is a cat in there. Open the door.”
Someone heard it mewing, someone heard it cry.
Someone felt it clawing at the door.
