The Lies We Tell Everyday – Ananya Grover

It was a slow descent into irrationality—

a step down the ladder, then another,

straining not to lose her grip on reality. 

 

The last few rungs were slick and slippery;

hands clasping, feet grasping—every effort proved futile. 

Her footing lost, to fall friction-free towards a chasm of misery. 

 

There, cloaked in solitude and embalmed with anodyne, 

she lay still on her bedrock that overcast night. 

‘How are you?’— ‘I’m fine.’ 

 

~Ananya Grover

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