poem
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The Night Bus Sleepers

“We are not nocturnal or diurnal, we’re the sleep deprived and tired. We are strong dreamers. We hold our head high even while sleeping. Our hands and cold hard glass our pillow- we need little else.” Continue reading
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Birdbaths in her Palms

When it rains in this chaotic city, it pours, causing chaos and awe. The powerful rain transforms the city and its people into a symphony of water and emotions. Continue reading
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Concrete Pigeons

Living inside a concrete cube, feeling disconnected and seeking solace on the rooftop. By feeding pigeons, they observe the city being consumed by a sea of grey- the untamed nature of urban life. Continue reading