The Last One

Here it is. Finally.








With his forefather.




Yes. I am dead now.

Nimbus.

We got sick. Again. Little P. had to be hospitalized. Then it was my turn. Maybe it was a superbug from Pakistan that did us in. Or maybe, it is the city that is slowly killing us.

We are up now. I am still unable to breathe normally but dreaming of fresh air and some time away from work and school. The bad city has a way of getting in the way of things though. Commitments, meetings. Not even a 6-year old is spared. Exams, activities.

This city is bad, really bad.