Thread Tale

'It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.' ~Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
Thread Tale
By: Akhilesh Agarwal

It was her world, the one she was knitting
With threads and needles
Spectacles and seasons
It was made of red and blue threads
Surrounding the yellow at the core
It was knitted in a perfect ball
Not like flattened imperfection of this world

You see, it was her world, the one she was knitting
And it was made of fingers and nails
That had touched them at all places
She knit them all day and night
She knit them close, she knit them tight
She hummed a tune that reminded the threads
It was life giving life, so not to fear otherwise.

It was her world, the one she was knitting
That she bounced around the room, to and fro
She didn’t hate the world, the one she was breathing
Because at least it never left a thread behind on the floor.