MehreenFreed

The hourly blackout in the city of saints, for a moment or more, dissolves the evening in pitch black darkness.Come up here and look, at these constellation scattered skies. How they twinkle like kamdani on a dupatta of dark velvet. A splatter of sequins far and wide in this immaculate vastness. Listen now, the whispers in the dark; the wind and trees talk in rustles.Close your eyes. Open, at the infinity of incomprehensible space. What are you and I in front of these thousands of light years? Like dust particles wavering, in the morning light; minute me and you-s.Remember the light; the ones you captured in that moment in time, in that sp...