The still air holds on to words, not letting go. It masks them in silence the wedges of space, where ghosts of one sail, invisible lines scatter to catch them, words spread around the house, Come get us, they say, knowing very well, you won't anyway. Muffled, you gasp for air, cornered by deja vu. Gasp, literally and figuratively. #cinemagraph #tejaswiniaura #yqbabachallenge
