Block - E

By Tshering Chekii - April 11, 2015



I stand at a threshold of my life,
With a coffee in a hand,
My gaze fixed at Block E
Through the wire gauze sliding door.
I can see the vibrant colors of curtains
Firmly closed at this hour.
A group of boys singing in the balcony,
A guitar in a hand, songs on lips
And the melody in their voice.
Again, I look at a sole building
An abode of my two years stays
At particular room of HE-19.
I feel my lips stretching upward
As I remember every single detail
Of ups and downs I had.







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