four stories: one story

four stories: one story – a cherita sequence

barely remembered morning

the whoosh of the pressure cooker
the hiss of boiling milk

the father singing in the shower
so off-key

entirely forgotten afternoon

live cricket on TV
the thwack of bat on ball

the mother critiquing a square cut
picking invisible stones
from long-grained rice

scarcely remembered evening

the slither of shadows
climbing up the walls

the golden murmur
of filter coffee
frothing in stainless-steel cups

painstakingly forgotten night

the sour smell
of fermented batter

the slam of a car door
the sound of something
gone wrong ā€” of something gone ā€”

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