Within-Without_alone but not lonely_Poetry Short Film


Everyday when I leave for work after locking the door… I have no idea who is left behind inside my empty house… He uses every stuff of the house… (tonight) Crumpled bed suggests…he sometimes takes a nap also in my bed.. Sometimes I feel…when I will return back in the evening… Lights will be on…there will be no lock hanging on the door… I would not have to search for the light-switch…. (come) (sit) (water) A part of me is always there at my house… Don’t know waiting for whom… Another part is roaming for bread and butter… With me….I live…

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