Tag: belonging
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Walking
I went on a walk today. It was refreshing. I came across some beautiful sights. A tree up close. The sky. Birds. Life is good. Things that matter so much between the four walls become meaningless and unnecessary once you step out. They don’t disappear. No. They become quiet. Quietly humming. Like my grandma’s fridge…
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It has to clatter
The word is called tea in English. Chai in urdu. Shay in Arabic. Cay in Turkish. But, for me, it’s a complete language. I don’t drink chai for the taste. Of course, the taste matters. I like my chai in a perfectly balanced ratio of survival and pleasure, but I like the company it offers.…