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Did I live my time well?

Much before the home is dismantled and rolled into bubble wrap and cardboard boxes, I sense the separation in the air.

A flock of pigeons gatecrash my territory as they take their usual flight. The bazaars are flooded with things I could’ve bought, but never did. The saffron-infused air settles heavily on the streets. I hoard everything the city stands for—bangles, pearls, biryani, and more.

 “Relocating to a different city, ma’am?” the lady at the store enquires.

 “I am. What is its shelf life?” I fiddle with the packet of panjiri, wondering how many I should buy. 

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About the Author

Tazeen Fatma is a talkative introvert who believes in writing with a purpose. She likes to pen verses and stories with honest emotions. She has been blessed with acceptances from renowned journals worldwide.


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