this is a short description of the weather and shift of mood i experienced today
The sun is gloomy the wind is light I walk past this road staring at this dwindling light it feels really awkward to travel in this weather as all the people around are like Japanese letters they look abnormal but i can't blame the wind as all my mind is filled with grey things
That moment when people stop reading as human and start reading as just... shapes, symbols, something you can't decode. The greyness wraps around you because the world suddenly doesn't have a grammar you know. I've felt that. Most people probably have, in some form, but they don't sit with it the way you're describing here.
No one hangs a fruit upon a tree; no one ties a seed to its branches. Growth reveals what was already possible.
The Morning Train
It’s a poem
As she opens the window, the wind starts to blow. The clothes she hung on the threads outside started to fly. A hand picked her favourite white frock. It was a monkey, and it wore the frock and ran away.
The Cultural Beauty of Kashmir...
I had almost learned to move on when I saw her again in the cabin corridor while filling my admission form. Same presence, same music pendant, same eyes that once felt like home. For a moment everything I built to forget her broke silently. She walked past like nothing had ever changed, while I stood still realizing some people never truly leave—they just stop noticing how much they stayed inside you.
An indepth emotional reflection