Artwork: Moon Moths by Becca Stadtlander
There is a certain strangeness about this place; it pretends to know me. The flowers turn yellow only ever in the month of February. There is some sadness that I find even in the bounce of hibiscus petals and some fascination in the stiff stems of roses. There is something I see in the tree that has been still for long, wanting nothing but to die, and its roots hold it to life long and long enough, until it gives in and stays intact, unwilling, unfortunate, unduly. And maybe, just maybe, I am one of the many sad secrets that this city buries in itself, and my sadness will perhaps evaporate with the loud laughter of the strangers plucking out strawberry greens, and maybe the palm trees would finally accept their fate, and the squirrels would finally make peace with the fast pace of everyone and everything walking past them, And the family of sparrows would finally rest at the meeting place, and the song would finally end in some sad way. By-
Sanjana Choudhary
First Year
BMMC [Edited by Mehak Aggarwal and Shreya Jathavedan
Art curated by Shreya Jathavedan]
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