I stroll along the periphery,
looking for the liminalities,
picking up dried petals
of separation, detachment,
ignorance, neglect;
You were never mine to keep,
but me, I was a soul unhindered,
unfettered, unhinged,
always yours to admire,
but never yours to own.
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Ankita is a middle-class Bengali woman whose eyelids are painted with yet-to-be fulfilled dreams. An avowed reader, she only wants to learn and write in life.
