Was it the setting sun or the lingering shadows
did we see each other?
we met at the park and began with tea
do you remember the grass?
and the gentle breeze that had started to blow
do you remember wondering
why a moment so simple
should be so rare?
we went to the outhouse
with sleeping dogs and strewn mattresses
when I held you close to me
I saw my years of poverty
vanishing in the fading light
I thank you for offering tea
and I know you thank me
for accepting the offer.
Official Website and Blog for Shaleen Rakesh, an author based in Dehradun, India. Shaleen is a writer and recursive observer of the shifting Himalayan landscape, whose work interrogates the friction between geologic time and the fragile architecture of human memory. Deeply rooted in the ecological and psychological terrain of the Doon Valley, his prose functions as a diagnostic for the Anthropocene—charting the rain of ash that defines modern loss.
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