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You know what? I’m here for the small victories and the everyday beautiful.  I’m here for the long shower and its restfulness creeping through my bones at the end of a long hard working day. Here for the hot mug of coffee on the corner balcony feeling hidden from this world before I start my day. Here for getting excited about the moon every night, how its glistening is almost palpable to the skin, and how it never ceases to amaze me. Here eagerly waiting for the sun to come up every morning. Here for stargazing with my favourite person, starting to count them get lost in conversation then start over again. For the endless laughter and giggles in an intimate gathering of decade-old friends. For holding a sister's hand when I wake up from a bad dream. For a boop to every best boy/girl that wags their tail seeing me because they’re so happy. For that roasting of coffee beans, to cherish the help who knows exactly how I like my tea or the importance of extra pillows in my bed. For the...

I was merely passing by this town. Growing up I would only hear stories about this place. A town with strange roads and people, more so. There was an unmissable sense of sadness in the air, an eerie calmness. More like the lull before the storm. A distinct sullenness on everyone's faces almost all the time, a weird scepticism towards life sensible in the way their eyes looked. And an absolute inclination towards dejection. It was as if the entire place were to be a canvas, then it seemed smeared with melancholia. But it still felt like it was an incomplete piece. Like the artist decided to abandon it on a whim. Now, it only longed. I was staying in this small lodge which the elders of the house were kind enough to have opened for a night. They said they had seen far worse things to worry of a meek traveller like me to pose any threat, try something and make it out alive. How casually the old man said that to me sent shivers down my very spine. After a handsome serving of "Daay...