Tu omnia | You are everything.
A tiny kitchen with a window looking out to snowcapped mountains.
A young girl with her recipe book making gulab jamuns on a kerosene stove.
A flower blew onto the page.
The year, was 1999
and a cherry blossom was caught in time.
I loved you Once. And that will never die. It will live within me Somewhere. And one day when I'm sitting alone in an empty train Y...
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