Things go round and round in circles. Break the patterns. I sit here on my window sil. From the comfort of my home, I observe the different shapes that I see outside my window.
A row of Ashoka trees stand tall, conical in shape, an elongated triangle. I get a glimpse of an ancient tree, whose branches spread in all the directions. It looks like a green cloud. Some balconies could be seen from the spaces in between the trees. I bring my attention back to my home. The tiny white plastic vases with colourful plastic flowers reminds me of friendships. They stand near the bottle in which the moneyplant grows now. Buddha keeps watching. I see tokens and reminders of real relationships. My world lies here. True in its essence. Krishna smiles.
-PayalAgarwal
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