Love come, go away like curtains you fall back and forward in the golden hour of the darker lights hidden, open, quiet breathe, you’re loud, soft to touch hold me against your skin if only our eyes linger blue, your footsteps reside and awake like waves between our...
I’ve begun applying hot coconut oil on my hair again every Saturday. I search for the little footprints I left back in the streets of India playing football. I seek that warm sun and humidity in Hyderabad on Saturday evenings. I’ve begun reminiscing about the pink and...
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