Everytime I hear this song,
I'm tossed back to my memory of us.
The magic of unfinished conversations,
of a page unturned.
The beauty of the uncertainty,
not knowing if we would shatter or survive.
The lived experience of knowing the end is near,
our ever climaxing song.

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One of those women.

Growing up, we were always told of those women. We stole glances at them and engaged them from a distance.
Untamable, unrelatable.
They didn't fit into the fabric of the society. They didn't tear at it but were present between the folds and stuck out because they refused to mould. When I saw them from afar, as I was meant to, it didn't seem like they were getting in anyone's way, infact, to my young brain they seemed to be doing things, things that seemed good, things that seemed important and yet when they were referred to, they were being referred to as a mild inconvenience. Like it was them who did not know how to exist, and needed to be pitied for it. Like something was broken in them that hindered them from living the way one was supposed to. Sometimes loved from afar, but mostly pitied, referred to in passing. My mother told me of them, as did my aunt, as did my boss's wife.
Admire and pity. Admired, but pitied.

Years passed and perspectives shifted. I worked hard with my head down. But when I looked up, I saw them, regard me from a distance,
and I wondered.

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Strive for constant disorientation.

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Be Sincere,
Not Serious.

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Confusion
gives scope for
Wisdom

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Bound by our own complexities,
we forget to be happy.

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Never end up managing
someone else's emotions so much
that you forget to feel your own.

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May you have the strength to teach your children


They are not special,
just immensely loved.

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Sometimes.
Strength is a Weakness.

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When I asked you what came first?
Music or Dance?
You argued it all started with a heartbeat,
I argued it all started with the sway
of the leaf in the wind.

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