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Anmol’s Musings

Anmol Atreya

in warmth, rain, softness, and moonlight, you can feel my heart soaring

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Anmol Atreya May 31

the red autumn leaves that coloured the streets in celebration of you

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Anmol Atreya Feb 4

The light,

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The figs will rot if you don’t eat them. The jasmine blooms for three weeks and then it’s over. Your body at twenty-five will never come back, and neither will your body at forty-five. Everything you’re saving for later spoils in the waiting.

That person who makes your pulse quicken when they walk into a room? Temporary. The way afternoon light falls across your kitchen table in September? Seasonal. The feeling of being so happy you forget to be afraid? Fleeting. And somehow that makes it more, …