In the warmth of summer's reign,
We'd journey to Grandma's home again.
Down dusty roads, hearts elated,
Eager for tales at Grandma's gate.
Ripe mangoes and sweet watermelons,
Palm fruits from high trees beckon.
With cousins and friends, we'd play,
In fields golden under sun's sway.
Tanned skin, laughter's cries,
Underneath the vast, blazing skies.
Learning to swim in lakes clear,
Neath neem or tamarind near.
In gentle breeze, we'd drift away,
In dreams, where worries fray.
But summer's end brought tears to eye,
In Grandma's home, peace did lie.
Though miles apart, memories stay,
In echoes of summer's sway...
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Anusiya
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 8 hours ago in Feast
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