Quote by Maimoona Abidi

“There is a version of me on a bench that doesn’t exist, beside someone who never arrived, hands folded like questions without answers. We do not speak. Still, the silence grows roots between us. The kind that twist around ankles, that make it hard to stand and leave. I do not know their name, only that I’ve mourned them like I mourn cities I’ve never seen with a longing that makes no sense and still doesn’t stop. Somewhere in the unlived life, we are laughing. Here, I just keep glancing sideways at the absence that fits too well into the shape of a stranger.”

Quote by Maimoona Abidi