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  There was a sHoP'e(don't confuse it with him...he's in Vatican:) that sold "later" people kept buying it in bulk        Strange!! though:-) No - 1 ever came back to use it. Side hutttt...sorry i mean Buttt she came from that side she kept a drawer for "Almost" things.... Almost moments... Almost leaving... Alas! one day it was all Kh-'laas' coz the drawer wouldn't close @nymore:):(: ... :) turns out! "Almost" takes up space too                                                                                        - Tanu ki Kalam se...

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  Let's be honest...watching the news this week felt like watching a guy try to perform open-heart surgery with a sledgehammer while saying he's a MiniMalist! I'm here staring at my notes:( trying to make sense of the USA-Israel-I--RaN!!! war of 2026 and just co me to a conclusion that the world has officially entered its vibes-based era. We often talk about the Islamic World or the Pan-Islamic movement as if it's one big happy, coordinated WhatsApp grp but i think the group chat is on mute! The OIC has around 57 members and 25% of the world's population. But when Iran got hit...you'd expect a roar! instead we got the geopolitical equivalent of a "seen" receipt. Azerbaijan(65% Shia) and Iraq(60% Shia) stayed so quiet you could hear a pin drop in the Strait of Hormuz!! It reminds me of that weird mathematical concept called the NulL SeT! a set that exists but contains absolutely nothing. That is the Collective Islamic Power in 2026. Everyone is so busy ...

  The ceiling fan rotates without ideology...left...right..."On and On nnnn"(in a good mood maybe...) it has no opinion, just repitition! And yet every object in the room adjusts to its breeze...ammm 'soft power'...i wonder if influence is always circular! never direct! just continuous! Suspicious. then the clock blinked 5:30 am(or u)...nvm it does this daily. no one reacts! The curtain moved a little - wind or intentional - unclear. The table has dust again when u see it at obtuse, isn't it really committed!! Then i saw the charging cable(can't my morning be weird someday!!...( the cable bends...but never protests...maybe some connections are functional only when twisted:) There's a spoon lying in that corner of my table...yes there only! just bend urself at acute this time...yep, you saw it!!! this spoon bends inward...always....collecting!....holding!...seems like engineered for containment, isn't it! but there lies a Fork(now this time you've t...

They say I belong to conversations, to faces that remember me casually as if I were a public season. you once said i am someone who likes everyone i..... because explanations are poor translators of what the heart writes in silence. there are names in my phone, voices passing through ordinary hours, moments that mean nothing beyond themselves. but meanings... meanings have always known only one address. what you see were pages  what you did not see was the story refusing to change its protagonist. affection may travel, attention may wander but devotion chooses geography only once....can i've a cup of coffee from the leading! if ambiguity encircles you ever again, remember...crowds may recognize my voice but, my silence answers only to you...                                                                      ...

  "Awake" isn't the right feeling to desribe 5 AM in Delhi. It feels more like En Garde (On Guard). I realized this morning that the sun has an identity crisis. In Hindi, the morning is feminine (Subah). In French, the morning is masculine ( Le Matin). This linguistic gender dysmorphia is too heavy for a mind that hasn't had tea yet! Then I sat on the terrace, whispering weird french words...weirdly. The "R" sound in French requires you to clear your throat, much like Delhi requires you to clear your lungs in the morning pollution. I whispered 'Bonjour' to the window. The window didn't reply. It just stayed grey...Silence, I suppose! is the only fluency we share. Then I whispered "Ca va?" to the horizon. The horizon didn't reply. It just turned orange. But is that a way of saying...."Aage bado!"? I finally finished my tea. The cup was empty! I looked at the clock. It reflected "Eleventh Hour". Then i looked at th...