I want to write you a poem that feels like it’s wrapped in your favourite brocade patchwork with sprinkles of sieved moonshine. I want to write you a poem that smells of jalebis and library books, tastes of targola and sunflower seeds, stories that stretch from my nani’s palms. I want to write you a poem that reminds you of the mud path we walked, moist with rain and tears, and the time you told me that you remember me from my smile. I want to write you a poem shaped like a letter, the length ...
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