It always feels like there's no life
Beyond or before.
It only occurred to me
Yesterday
When the cold sun licked my room
Left a warm shade of glow
For long enough
That I felt I can go back anytime.
Anywhere.
My mother, sitting on the bed,
Peeling clothes off little peanuts
Our small old TV playing rabindra sangeet
My eyes shut, faking minutes of more sleep
Hoping
With all my little might
My tuition didi doesn't show up.
In that universe
My grandma is still writing recipes in her notebook
Waiting for our exams to get over
For us to crowd her apartment,
I am not a fallen soldier
And I don't falter in my speech when I ask for something.
Something that always translates to
Do you love me 
Do you know I do
Always 
Keeping memories heavier than blood can carry
Because there's always a lot of life
Before, and beyond.