“Morning finds the shiuli fallen, white stars on wet earth. I pick one— its fragrance is a memory I cannot place. A child laughs nearby. The flower wilts in my palm. Everything beautiful has an expiry date. I learn this again and again” PoetryStarsNatureFlowerMemoryFragranceShiuliPoet S LifeWet Earth Book:A Handful of Shuilis Source: A Handful of Shuilis
“The Howrah Bridge swallows the train whole. I wave at no one. No one waves back. In my pocket: a shiuli petal, pressed flat, still holding the scent of your goodbye. The city shrinks. The heart expands. This is how we become the places we leave.” LoveFlowersTravelerPetalsValentine S DayPlacesWandererHowrah BridgeShiuli Book:A Handful of Shuilis Source: A Handful of Shuilis