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A letter to you for a word/sentence.

To you, for every time a woman said no. I need you to listen. When I was ten, my mom thought it was important for me to learn two things - one, that tomatoes weren't vegetables and two, that 'no' is a sentence. Being a writer, I am going to give my memory a metaphorical reference for you to become a better human. Read this, become better and then find me. Okay? Here you go....

I fell in love with my best friend.

I don't have to say much about this one except that you don't need a trigger warning because this piece has a happy ending. I met her young, and I shall love her old. Read this poem on my journey, habits, best friend and more? It starts like this - "I have a few habits ever since I was little kid and she knew them....

With my skin burned away, I’m still human.

This poem is for everyone who had lost something from their own body. For those whose skin has burnt away or soul has taken residence in a cold closet. This is also for everyone else. All of us need to hear this. It goes something like this - "I cannot begin to imagine...."

Not all dates are the same.

It's very tough to remember how a conversation played out when it has been a few years and you've not even thought about it once. Luckily for me, I had a map that helped me remember every important detail. This map was made out of lyrics and tunes that we sang together. There was an instrumental, an upbeat tune, a Hindi nomad song, and two story-telling ones. Read the story to remember the conversation with me.....

A twist of fate.

Keyla lived in a world where mythologies were the real deal. It was common to be in the presence of the god of the sea or hear stories from witnesses of age-old wars like the Mahabharata. Her day looked something like this: waking up when the sun sang songs loud enough for the world to hear, working all day on things that were routine but barely mattered and sleeping when the stars thought it was time. The Trojan war had just recently ended and things were.....