-guide to the functional

Why should I care for the hidden half of an eyeball, or the virgin arch of a foot? Never meets ground. What’s the point in that?

Leave it to the lesser beings. I study crisp veins on the back of my hand, skittish in the leaving. Leap, like hunger in your gut, deep and near all at once. I once met myself on the street. 

I asked: do I know you? My voice shook with that hesitant lilt of the shame that comes with forgetting. It was that time of the day then.

When the sun was bright like it always is. Even when we have left and cannot see it. The wind breathed like it always does and everything was the same. Except the water. The water was moved.

I did not notice this. Though the same sun and the same wind was there, because I knew them. Maybe only because I knew them. 

Isn’t it sweet, to think of someone being because you have chosen to realise? I guess I am trying to say there are fragments to this- even though the whole is still whole, even though there is no real division- where you can pull things apart, like broken corpses, or mannequins. 

The body is only a sum of the limbs when you forget the torso. A tangle, a bird weave. Maybe even a basket, where you could put yourself either in or out. In or out, which one is it? Choose. 

That simple, just don’t look to the thread. The thread serves no one, but the basket. The basket can hold. The thread serves no one, but the needle. The basket knew it would inherit the whole before anyone said so.

But we are here now, all of us, here, now, some mishap in the hand of the world, and we are not prepared to be seen. We’re not ready.

We have scuttled underneath beds and dining tables and behind doors and over ledges. We have even stood there, near walls, closed our eyes and whispered please please don’t please don’t look at me and we are not prepared to be seen now.

I am sorry, but we are not.

You cannot argue with that. However, if you would like to assume- 

this responsibility- if you are the type of person who breaks before the gunshot- if you have run harder than ever when your body screams at you to stop- if you have hit the ground dying so you can fall to hell in pieces- then congratulations.

We will consider your proposition.

When you are ready.

The end is yours to keep. 


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p.s. In August 2019, I will be moving to a new web address. I’m shifting to a personal domain and I’m so excited for you to see it. Buying my domain is giving me so much more freedom for new features, design, and I can’t wait for you to get started there.

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36 Comments Add yours

  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    Looking forward to it

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  2. thepensmight says:

    As sharp and lyrical as always. I love your writing. Clear, in one sense, yet evocative and rife possibilities.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thank you so much, Philip. How are you doing?


  3. Tom Burton says:

    Beautiful writing, Shreya! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Tom! How have you been?

      Liked by 1 person

    2. Tom Burton says:

      Great, thanks! 😀 Still slowly releasing new chapters on here every Monday & the occasional short story on certain Fridays – well done on your personal domain! Hope it goes well ❤

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  4. ltlionheart says:

    Brilliant! Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Glad you enjoyed it!<3


  5. leelah saachi says:

    This is a post i could save and savour daily because of its poetic qualities. To me, you are a poet of great beauty

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Leelah. This means so much to me.<3


  6. Wow, I’m baffled. Really admire your style.

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    1. Thank you, Henna. Thrilled to hear you enjoyed the​ piece<3


  7. A. Perveen says:

    Oh, I’ve been waiting for your update for a while now, girl! I know I probably sound like a broken record but as always, beautifully written. Me favorite line was “…we are not prepared to be seen. We’re not ready.” There were others much better but this resonated with me the most because that’s the kind of day I had.

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    1. I know I know, it’s been too long. I’m attempting a lunge into literary magazines, so most of what I write is going there, and when I do have a piece, I’m usually down because of a rejection and it feels like the world is ending and I can’t bring myself to put anything up. Sigh.

      It seems like that’s the kind of year I’m having. That moment when you’ve finally gotten everything you’ve wanted and it looks perfect, it is perfect, it’s everything you thought it would be and more, only you simply aren’t what you thought you would be. Sometimes I can swear I hear the universe laughing at me.

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    2. A. Perveen says:

      Looks like we’re kind of in the same boat there. Wierd, isn’t it, how things look up one minute and the next it’s like you’re sliding down a steep cliff? I myself am struggling with maintaining my glass-half-full attitude these days. Something seems to have flipped inside me as the year reached its 50% mark. I don’t know what it is. Maybe its the monsoon, maybe its my day job or something else entirely but it’s causing this nagging voice at the base of your skull to drum time and again. A constant humming that keeps murmuring that this dream isn’t meant to be. Curious, isn’t it? You’re supposed to become wiser, surer as you grow old. Yet all age seems to bring is wrinkles and doubt…

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  8. -Eugenia says:

    Brilliant piece, Shreya! I look forward to your new site.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Eugenia!<3

      Liked by 1 person

  9. cpluzc says:

    Who is ‘we’ at the end?

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    1. To me, ‘we’ referred to the body and some part of the self that was presumably separate from the body. Dissociated, because of a discrepancy in time, in space, in perspective. The basket and the thread. Both objectively the same, yet indisputably different.


  10. Zeeshan says:

    Looking forward to your the new site! 🙂


  11. Howlietzer says:

    That was remarkable! Thanks for sharing.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you for trusting me with your time and space, Adam. You should be getting a welcome email soon, so watch for that. If you’re not seeing it, I might be caught in spam.

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  12. jenimcmillan says:

    Thank you, thank you for finding me. I love your writing.


    1. Thank you, Jeni. That means so much.<3


  13. AMAZING! ❤ Gosh, that all-powerful basket, I swear I will lie flat on it, half of my body in and out, ridiculous or not. Haha. The scuttling part sounds like we're cockroaches! Yikes!
    My favourite part from this: "if you have hit the ground dying so you can fall to hell in pieces."

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    1. So glad to hear you enjoyed it! Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. How have you been?

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    2. Hey Shreya, I am trying to set more guidelines in my life and be more discipline! XD How are you?

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    3. That’s great! I’m doing well. I went into a bit of a slump recently, so I’m trying to lay back for a while instead of forcing myself through it. I feel like I burn out all too often; it might be good to let myself recover at my own pace.


  14. I loved the last line – “The end is yours to keep.” – This one stuck in my mind in a good way! 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Chris! How have you been?


    2. I’m well thanks – been busy and stretching myself too far, but I won’t bore you with the details 😉

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    3. How is the build of the new website going?

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    4. It’s all coming together. We’re very close to done, but I just can’t seem to let it go. You know that feeling when you’ve worked so hard on something, and you can’t bear the idea of actually exposing something so delicate to everyone with no cover whatsoever?


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