I counted hours in my fingertips while travelling across mustard fields and bridges of dried rivers - Only to reach station that smells like fresh-baked bread . Houses here, are like empty boxes because unlike mom, I never saw transition of house to home in my early 20s. Days appear like stopped clock , lanes look stranger like the tea stall uncle , litle girl selling gajra and old melodies in language I never heard before. So,when I wake up in middle of the night I scribble thoughts full of frights - of taking first steps , of leaving behind , and of seeking places where dreams can swim in the clouds, to find starlight ~Jagrita
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