Chapter 20for each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish-pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy
for each beloved hour
Sharp Pittance of years
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
–Emily Dickinson
It was only 8:32 by her watch, early enough for Aashi to grudge the very workload that was speeding up such a pleasing bulk to her bank account.
‘Hi! Hurrying off so soon? What’s the rush?’ Abhi asked when he saw Aashi coming out of her home. He was sitting on his swing and going through the day’s newspaper. Seeing Aashi however, he left it on the swing and walked up to the boundary wall separating their houses.
Yes, there’s so much to do and so few days. If I don’t hurry now, I’ll have to sit there till Diwali is come and gone.’
‘As if you’d be allowed to do
