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Always
“Your demeanour has become a little softer, after.”, she said. “She must be out of her mind.”, I thought. As I’m thinking about the distant future sitting on the floor in the balcony, I notice the cigarette I’m smoking is a bit crumbled. I’m drawn to think it has been happening a lot lately. I…
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Man
Give me your hardest struggles. Give me a struggle harder than that elevator ride back home from work, where I was certain I was gonna jump when I get up home. Then give me a slight drizzle when I go out in the balcony—even god is weeping that I’m coming to him. Give me a…
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Mustaqbil
Dear Aayat, I’ve been thinking a lot about the curse of a deep mind. It’s a strange thing, really. All those dreams, those fantasies, they start to blend into reality. When I was a kid, all those memories I had, the books I read, the hours spent daydreaming in class—they set my mind on a…
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Still
“Do you still love me?”, she said. Does she think I’m fooling around?, I thought. I saw something on the internet today about fooling around. I pondered to myself, she must think this when she says I’m not really there sometimes. To her luck, it’s not in my nature to fool around. I love her.…
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Craft
“I was worried”. She said. “Why were you worried little one?” I answered. The craft is our imperfectly crafted moments that we stitch together every single day. At its core, the “together” is the only explainable word to describe the craft. When the stich happens to come loose, just even a little bit, we go…