Two Lists

I’ve started keeping two lists: To do and Too late.

To do: get the laptop screen changed, third time. Or do it myself? Press the good shirt, again. Walk, don’t take the bus. Have maggi, not pizza. Call home tomorrow.

Too late: the answer that came to me while walking back. Telling maa to go easy on herself. It’s Jitiya, not even water till it gets over.

Alone tonight. Everything suddenly looks strange. Maybe this is why people tweet tweet.

It all started on the back page of my diary. Now it is in my head only.

Both lists grow exponentially.