Like, the muddy, accumulated stagnant waters had been the only source of hydration for you. Licking it off the surface, like a dog. //caption// Early Winters -Sanjana Kumar Have you ever seen the tired, crisp, yellowed leaf attached to its twig? Like, it had given up trying to go on with the photosynthesis long before the autumn blew it's conch shell and let in the early winter army. I often think, maybe I could be that leaf. And you, draining me off the last of the dew drops falling off my edge. Like, you'd been trapped inside a dark cave, with your own voice, echoing off every polished wall as the only voice you'd heard in ages.
