The sound of the rapid and heavy pulsation of my heart was deafening.
The rattling of the scrap taxi on the way wasn’t destructive enough.
News of mom’s passing abruptly met me; I felt a penetrating chill on my skin.

Blankly staring at a frail looking man with pallid skin who’s barely recognisable.
The bloodstained hospital sheets seem to have swallowed my father on that bed.
What was my last visit; I was overcome by the unbearable stench of detergents.

A full moon night, with the bright stars starkly staring right back at me.
The insistently loud ringtone saw me dash for my phone with these sticky hands.
My elation saw the corners of my mouth.