The Hands That Hold Through Time
I was walking down the streets of the bustling city of Bhopal today. The dust of narrow winding streets, the cry of hawkers along with the smell of biryani and other spices filled the air...
Read MoreI was walking down the streets of the bustling city of Bhopal today. The dust of narrow winding streets, the cry of hawkers along with the smell of biryani and other spices filled the air...
Read MoreI was procrastinating (like 90%) of the time when my phone suddenly buzzed to life. It was a notification from my friend. He was pursuing an......
Read MoreI don't know your name. I'm not allowed to. Not yet, anyway. Maybe not ever. But I need to write this down, even if you never read it. Even if it just goes into the void. Because two years have passed and I still don't know how to carry this gratitude. It's too big. It spills over. It keeps me up at night.
Read MoreThe building fell at 4:47 in the afternoon, when the sky above the city was the color of a bruise and the sparrows had already tucked themselves into the eaves of older, kinder buildings. It fell the way all terrible things happen. Not slowly enough to stop. Not quickly enough to be merciful.
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