Jaya Lala
@jayalala
Rain falls without asking who it will reach, making no distinction between broken roofs and thirsty roots. In its rhythm, there’s a strange mercy—a reminder that life returns not with fanfare, but with persistence. The earth drinks in silence, and we remember how to be soft again, how to listen with our whole skin.
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This glow looked like it waited for permission to stay.
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Jaya Lala
@jayalala
Your reply? Like black coffee. Bitter, clear, necessary.
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