The silent question,
the quiet voids filled with love,
the tranquil beauty.
the quiet voids filled with love,
the tranquil beauty.
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.