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Apologies
Dear Luvhon, I’m writing this late at night, with my eyes hurting, trying to put into words what I’m feeling. This past year — and especially the last couple of months — has been gruelling on my heart, on my mind, and most of all, on my soul. I’ve tried everything under the tree. I’ve…
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Denominator
I twist and turn in the bed as the fan keeps making the strange sound. We’ve had this fan for months now, and it’s the first time I’m noticing the sound. Bizarre. Now that I have nothing in the house, sounds and visuals like these keep coming up. The fridge also makes a continuous squeaky…
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Protected: Digital Groceries (Sept 2025)
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Sense
Taste. That’s what’s missing. No maybe it’s the sight. Her face. But It can also be touch. The smell of her hair. Or her “Bunny, aajao” calls in the morning. I never think about this when she’s here. And it’s fascinating to think how her mere presence saves me from so much torment. For example,…
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Together
“I wish”, she said. “I wish, too”, I thought. In the bus I mentioned to her how I thought we were similar. How I’ve been there, feeling lost. It is noone’s moral obligation to hold your hand and guide you, but sometimes it’s nice to hear someones been there. Makes you feel you’re not alone.…