Standing on one spot and
criss-crossing my feet alternately.
Turning my head left and right everytime i see or hear a vehicle approaching until my papa finally arrives.

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i was facing a wall
staring at my shadow.
another shadow enters the frame
and kisses me on my cheek.
i look behind
i see a mother with her kid.

my mother finds me without looking at me or for me.
i have always been lost and she has always been there.

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some family: hum dahej nhi lenge

society be like:

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on most nights
i am my pen stand
holding pencil colours and
tablets
together.

i am both alive and
counting breaths.

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I was massaging dadi's legs and gradually ended it with caressing her feet. She took a moment and said that this reminded her of her grandmother. Every evening she would come back home and her grandmother used to to caress her feet to check for thorns or cuts.
Love reminded her of another love that touched her years ago and that love touched me too. Maybe, this is how love breathes, from one soul to another. Picking heartbeats and making home. Making hearts feel at home.

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when everywhere it was spring,
autumn leaves
were becoming a part of our ground.
i asked maa, "why do we have
no-season? why is there nothing?"
she said come let's go out,
see the bloom
and by the time you'll come back home,
spring will too,
spring will too.

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•windchimes•

dear heart,
this storm that you fear will leave ruins behind, has come by the window to play some music.

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