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Sitaara
“They look like stars on the ground,” she said. “Neural poetry—I love the way her brain works”, I thought to myself. Scanning through my notes, it’s remarkable how much I’ve poured out about her. It’s clear – I find joy in writing about her, a departure from my usual self-centric musings. Wrapping up work for…
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Petals
“I could write a novel about your hands,” I said, feeling her tiny palms caressing my cheeks. She chuckled, possibly thinking it was a joke. Seldom do I find myself unable to explain specific feelings in words. People experience that with sudden emotions, shocks, or surprises. My brain doesn’t work like that. I find it…
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Animals
“Puppppy”, she goes, randomly during a walk on the street. “I should take my phone out and record this”, I think, every time. I noticed after the first few days that I intentionally let go of her hand only when she sees a dog on the street. I’m attentive of course, checking for cars while…
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Protected: Lonely
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Chance
“Telepathy”, she said. “Probability”, I thought. She tried to explain to me how and when she fell in love with me. I pretended to understand, hoping she won’t notice. Now, drowning in her love— I refuse to believe it’s probability. I want to move towards her, fiercely, in every aspect of my existence. I did…