Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
A small monsoon moment—rain-soaked greenery, petrichor rising from warm stone, and a humble plate of fritters turning weather into memory.
Sage-green snake plant gleams.
The scent of rain on hot stone—
a plate of fritters.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.