when you are four you end up in the hospital. it's a stupid accident, but you've lost too much blood. your father takes you in on his back, his white shirt is stained with your blood. he is crying, you dont remember this.
you dont remember what happens.
or rather, you dont know what happens.
when you are four, you end up in the hospital. it's a stupid accident, but you've lost too much blood. your eyes are closed, your breathe is frozen, your mouth is arched to make part only one visible word.
PAPA. it's the horrible voice your father will never forget, or maybe he will, one day. KUCHH HAI WAHAN—
tar. metal. roast.
a life anew.
