Praveen Kumar 
the alarm sounds the same as it did yesterday, the same blue light on the ceiling, the same lukewarm water in the shower, the same face in the mirror, already tired;
the road to the office is a route i do not see anymore, the signals change, the traffic moves, my hands know where to turn, my mind is somewhere i cannot name;
i sit at the same desk, open the same tabs, the day begins the way all days begin, a low hum of tasks that need to be done, that will be done, then replaced by more;
somewhere between lunch and the last email, i catch myself staring at nothing, not sad exactly, not restless exactly, just hollow in a way i do not have words for;
by evening the city is loud with people going home, i go home too, i eat, i watch something, i sleep, and somewhere in the dark before the alarm sounds again, i think there has to be more than this;
