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Nostalgia

Memories Of Adventure

I hand you the small neatly wrapped package. It fits neatly in your hand. It is wrapped in a sheet from an Indian Newspaper dated December 3, 2013, bound together with an old cotton piece of string. I'm watching your... Continue Reading →

Appreciation

I told you never to leave I told you it would change But you didn't hear me You ran, and in your haste you forgot to say goodbye And now it's a different place I hear you cry at night... Continue Reading →

A Bitter Wilderness

I bend down to scoop up the freezing water into my makeshift wooden bucket. The icy cold river flowing over my hands, wind whipping loose hairs into my face. Straightening up - the water bucket now full and the wire handle digging into my hand - a... Continue Reading →

I Forgive You

To Someone I Love, I am sorry for all the times I hurt you. Emotionally and physically. I am so sorry for all the times I showed you how much I hated you, how much I disrespected your values and... Continue Reading →

Longing

Golden sunlight shining on trees, branches wafting in the wind. Each branch, each leaf shining green and silver as the wind buffets them back and fore against one another. Light blue sky, reddish brown branches. Little dark gaps through the... Continue Reading →

Home

About a year and a half ago I moved from the home and area in which I grew up. I have not returned since, and my lifestyle has changed dramatically to become more conformative, more normal. Sometimes I get the... Continue Reading →

I Remember You In Every Song

"I remember you in every song" These are the words, scrawled in thin black paint, that greet you when you alight from the Inter-City train in the station where I grew up. I wonder to myself, warm air all around,... Continue Reading →

I Never Want to Forget

I never want to forget how it felt to have your breath caress my cheek. I never want to forget how your golden and green hair brushed past my skin, ticking, whispering, scratching. I never want to forget your eyes... Continue Reading →

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