Sta.sh
“What are you doing?”
[Looks up, irritated.]
“I’m on something. Can’t you see?”
“That I can. But what?”
“I’m writing.”
“Writing wat?”
“What do you mean by ‘writing what’? I’m just …writing.”
“But wat?”
[Silence]
“At this time of night?”
“So? Yeah. I’ve told you many times.”
“What?”
[Irritated]
“That I write at this time.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m at my best at this time.”
“Who says?”
“No one. I have this night fixation. That’s it.”
“Bad.”
“No, I think there are a lot of others out there like me.”
“So you think you’ll do like them?”
“Like them? Who says? I don’t imitate them. I can write only at this time.”
“Who says?”
“Mamma, please…”
“But what do you think of yourself? You won’t wake up tomorrow.”
“As long as I have this to finish off, I don’t care about when I wake up.”
“What creature r you?”
“I’ve told you, I can write only at this time. I don’t know why.”
“So then what are we?”
“I don’t know... As long as I have…”
“You always think about yourself. Do you ever think about us?”
[Silence]
“No, you don’t."
“Mamma, listen...”
“I’m not listening anymore. Enough of it.”
“Mamma…”
“Do whatever. I’ve never seen such a spoilt brat in my life.”
[Mom goes to sleep.
Continues writing. ]
“Can you please turn off those lights?”
“Mamma, I’m…”
“For Heaven’s sake at least shut the door!”
“Yeah.”
[Does so.]
[Noises in the kitchen.]
“What are you up to? Won’t you let anyone sleep?”
“I’m having my caffeine dose.”
“I don’t know why we let you do whatever you wanted.”
[Silence]
[Time runs.]
“You’ve not slept yet??”
“No.”
“What time is it now, Oh Lord!”
[Silence]
“What are you doing there?”
“Mamma, I’m writing.”
“Writing what?”
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