She stood against the kitchen sink like a ghost, numbed by deep thoughts whirling around her. She gazed at the moon slowly ascend into the sky through the blinds, etching a shadowy figured beast behind her. She stood there feeling like a piece of the night, as if someone carefully cut her outline and peeled it away. The creature grew in length but stood there, tranquil as the night. It impersonated every movement of her as if it was worshipping her. It was an immaculate outline of her shape, an echo of her actions, a lifetime companion stitched to her soul. The grim outline of the shadow had possessed her completely, mesmerizing her instantly in a divine aura of magic.
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[MK’s Quill]
MK's Quill 
Great write up!
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Gratitude 🌺
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😊😊
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Where are you from?
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Kashmir!!😊😊
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Which side? Eitherway it’s an honour to connect with someone from any part of the world or place. I wrote a poem on Kashmir. It’s in my blog.
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Other side! I will surely check it…😊😊
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This is pretty dope, how are things at your end? I truly pray for everyone of you on all sides. Where are you currently residing?
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Now, our silence is speaking! Just under lockdown from months. What more can I say?
Although the winter is over, but the winter of loss, sadness and suppression continues!
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They locked down Kashmir, Allah locked down the entire world.
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May Allah have mercy on the world, that’s what we can pray!
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You and others will always have mine with you. Ameen.
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Thank you, so much! Means a lot for us!!
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