As I wait to put another dose of medicine down my throat, I ponder nights.
From arms of beloved to an empty, it has been a long journey. Evolution and devastation went hand in hand. Reminds me of the concept of प्रलय. To destroy is to build.
Stars, shore, sea, dreams, I have waited for the night that never ends. I've waited for the sun that stays at dawn and doesn't rise up. I've waited for the dusk that never settles, black that darkens, white that keeps fading and today, a medicine that puts me to sleep to wake up in a dream where I can just get up, pick up the book I slept reading, go make some Kashmiri Kahwa for me, sit out watching the day rise, rain settle and just dial your number to hear your voice without being preceded by the Corona care advisory.
No one believed me when I said once normal could one day be a surreal luxury.
Now, you do. Don't you?
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