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.
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The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never . We were never meant to be.... -
It's strange how much a four legged furry family member brings you warmth. Yesterday, I asked my doggo to sit next to me, and she did. ... -
Do not worry about your tears. They are your ocean. A release. Full of emotion. A swell, a tide, salty and sweet. You are a deeply feeling...
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