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Good
A clear good. A good away from confusions, blurs, hindrances, deadly thoughts, and yourself. Well, the real yourself I guess. A good filled with rawness. Filled with random, bright flowers you come across. Filled with odd, gooey, green stuff you find stuck on your finger. Filled with the immersion of love you pour onto an…
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Skirmish
There’s a rum silence on the street tonight. The wind is constant. It doesn’t brace your skin with a cold thump considering it’s late April already. I have the usual suspects with me. A box of cigarettes, and a peculiar yellow lighter. I sat down on a ledge, after looking for a clean spot for…
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Symbol
“Where did it go? Why is it going behind me? Oh it’s smelling me!”, she said. As I sat on my knees filming her play with the black cat with the white spots. I believe there are symbols chasing us throughout this journey. Reminders, to know where we started from and how far we have…
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Mustaqbil Pt. 2
Dear Aayat, It’s been quite some time since I last wrote you. Last time we talked about being stuck in a limbo of dreams, paths, and choices. Let us continue further on the same. It is important to understand that you don’t owe anyone your life. In your worldly being, you will end up owing…
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Normal
“The word normal sounds so abnormal coming out of your mouth,” she said. In that very second, I got a flashback. A distant memory. But I was so involved in talking to her that I set it aside. I thought about it after she went to sleep. She’s right. I never considered myself normal, either.…