They say “grief takes time,” but who’s counting?
While they’re watching the clock,
I’m recounting:
Memories,
Love,
A bond never broken.
By death,
Time,
Or words unspoken.
They say “grief takes time.”
I say stop counting. It's never going.
The air in the forest ashram was heavy with the scent of crushed eucalyptus and dry earth. For decades, Yagyavalkya had been the most celeb...
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