Us. White noise.

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Worlds come closer.

Worlds fall apart.

In the midst of it all,

Us ― staring into white noise,

Together.

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The cosmic playground.

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Liquid moon.

Splashed across a prussian sky.

Impish stars play truant.

Candy floss clouds saunter by.

Behold, the cosmic playground!

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Un-coding reality

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Un-climbed towers.

Un-eaten porridge.

Un-found slippers.

Un-bitten apples.

Un-coding reality, one fairy tale at a time!

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Her.

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"Freshly fallen snow always reminds me of Her.

As do summer skies, autumn leaves, springtime sakuras."

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Silence.

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The syntax in silence.

The semantics of silence.

If only we'd listen to silence.

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Page 364

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Re-reading our book.

I turn to page three hundred and sixty four.

A dried daisy tumbles out.

And with it, a few hundred memories.

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We-could-have-been ♥

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One random photo tag leads us back to Then.

And that bittersweet surge of we-could-have-been ♥

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The Unexplained.

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As siblings who grew up on either side of nine years, we growled at, yelled at and wrestled each other.

Obviously, then, when we howled like newborns as we hugged at his wedding reception, my brother and I could not explain why.

We still can't.

Much like a nation as diverse, as multifaceted as ours.

A nation that throngs the streets and public squares at even the hint of a difference in opinion.

A nation that squeals and squabbles over so much as a trending hashtag.

A nation that - each year, is left overwhelmed (and even moist-eyed), as the Republic Day parade concludes with the national anthem.

Perhaps, some things mean much more when they are left unexplained.

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