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Routine
“You don’t get it,” she said. “But I know exactly what you mean,” I thought. It took you a few months to go from “You’re the best part of my day” to “You’re my day.” But it happened to me way before. I let that addiction engulf me before I let our bodies get habitual…
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Longing
“I miss you,” she said. “Then come here,” I yearned silently. Caress me. Cradle my head in your lap. Put me to sleep. You don’t understand when I wake up in the middle of the night; I struggle to find solace in my own head. I long for you. I close my deteriorating eyes and…
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Pre-Fever Dream
“Feels like a fever dream,” she said. I hoped it would never end, I thought, just like those seven days when we gave each other fever. Looking back at our time together, all those whimsy moments we shared – those are the seven days I cherish the most. I loved how we decided to clean…
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Aazmaish
I hear them discussing Ramzaan, how enduring without food and water is a challenge. I contemplate, “My Ramzaan has already commenced.” She’s my food, my water. I spill to a friend, “These days are dragging on endlessly.” He remarks, “It’s an ‘Aazmaish,’ a damn test.” Best believe, I’m fucking good at tests. She’s my sustenance—…
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Rain
“I hate the rain,” she said. I chuckled, finding it amusing how contradictory it sounded, considering her touch feels like gentle raindrops on my face—like being at home, alone, in the rain. Her tiny fingers tapping on my forehead create a sensation as if lying beneath a giant cloud, with all the world’s rain falling…