Tuesdays that changed me

By Devyani Rawat

2nd Year, BSc Mathematics Honours

sometimes life doesn’t scream its truths,

it whispers them,

in soft voices, on borrowed time.

like the way morrie spoke,

slow, certain,

as if every word carried

the weight of a goodbye.

he said, “death ends a life, not a relationship,”

and I keep thinking about that,

how love doesn’t leave when people do.

it lingers, quietly,

in the smell of an old shirt,

in the rhythm of a laugh

you can still hear in your head,

in the way the world feels emptier,

yet softer, because they were here once.

we’re so used to rushing,

to filling calendars,

to making everything about the next thing,

that we forget today.

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