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XXXIX. August

  • Writer: aliya anand
    aliya anand
  • Aug 1, 2023
  • 1 min read

The Little Martian pulls back the blinds in my mind and lets the harsh Sonipat sunlight filter through the dampness.

“It's a new month!” He calls out happily, pushing open windows, and shoving strewn slippers on the side.

I can’t seem to match his enthusiasm just yet.

He pushes past me and opens the window W I D E

Fresh air, hot and clean funnels through the room like a tornado of newness

August dawns upon us and the Little Martian grins

"okay." i smile at him

"okay!" he nods back.

 
 
 

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