words . unclasp. emotions

It was an 11 pm train. I quickly wore my oversized grey pullover and went downstairs in shorts. White with pastel blue foxes on it. Oiled hair and all. To just drop her till the cab. When the cab arrived, I just felt like going with, till the railway station. Got into the car in my homeless clothes.  Opened the window  Blasting her favourite song. A very inspiring song. Chattan- acoustic version. The cold air sprinting towards me like all the victories she's won  The window is entirely open, the sky is deep blue, and one shining star  Feels like a metaphor for the days ahead, when she will be titled a grandmaster  There is so much love hidden in such spontaneous decisions. Yet there was so much sibling banter at that very moment, coexisting with this love. The way mom broke into a smile that jumped to become happy laughter, she squeezed my cheeks and kissed her fingers when I plonked myself onto the car seat. It was a beautiful laughter that ended with ~it made me so happy that you

It's a minute past midnight, and I am sitting halfway through my journalling to structure my happiness.  I am deeply moved by everything that I experienced today. It felt like a full circle, a smile meeting the other end as if I was placed in a big ring that radiates power toward me. This day, felt like closure to my NNG workshop. All the learnings, attributes, and moments layered themselves in the newest form of experiences that I hadn't even dreamt of. I walked into a world of writers. Readers. Minds that resonate with mine; all around me, standing, laughing, listening, sitting on a lawn, clicking photographs, a few sipping beers, a few sipping conversations. It felt like a world where souls recognized each other, the mutual feeling and love for reading. Love for books. Love for handwritten letters. Love for words. There was a clear class disparity, there were poignant writers who'd reached the highest feats, there were amateur students with big dreams like me, and there