Who are you?

| 1 MINUTE READ | A luminescent contemplation (See comment section to read full piece)

Sharing a bewitchingly beautiful piece by a young girl named Ilah. It blends the ordinary with the sublime. Is suffused with an authentic mysticism. Littered with lines that are evocative and inspiring.

Aadilah's avatarA Passing Thought

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I am a mess-maker.

A hobby-hopper. A pull-every-crayon-outer, a faded enthusiast, a leave-behind-a-trail-of-passions-gone-colder. I am an interest-plucker, an endless well of curiosity.

I am light, reflected and magnified, travelling from the cosmos to forest and hillside and to that particular corner of a kitchen somewhere, sometime in the afternoon.

I am perfume that spreads through the air. I am here and there, in this moment and the next and the one before. I am a blade of grass waving to the sky, a raven remembering a face, a raindrop falling on someone’s shoulder. I am scattered, everywhere all at once. I am gone, as short-lived as I am intense. I am an imprint, a scar you can’t forget, a vertiginous sensation you cannot describe, a feeling you will never feel again.

I am a falling star that you forget as soon as the morning comes.

I am…

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  1. Excellent writing every time. Keep writing and sharing. Many thanks. Merry Christmas and wish you a very happy and healthy 2023 and all years to come!!!!

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  2. This was a lovely piece of writing, Anand. Thank you for sharing this young girl’s talent. I’ve written to her for a submission to MasticadoresIndia. Her work deserves to be out there. Happy new year to you and your near and dear. I hope you’re well. God bless.

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  3. Since Ilah has deleted her old blog, I am sharing her entire piece here in the comments section. This is a piece that deserves to be read in full.

    It can also be accessed below on her new site

    https://apassingthought.com/2022/12/18/who-are-you/

    -x-

    I am a mess-maker.

    A hobby-hopper. A pull-every-crayon-outer, a faded enthusiast, a leave-behind-a-trail-of-passions-gone-colder. I am an interest-plucker, an endless well of curiosity.

    I am light, reflected and magnified, travelling from the cosmos to forest and hillside and to that particular corner of a kitchen somewhere, sometime in the afternoon.

    I am perfume that spreads through the air. I am here and there, in this moment and the next and the one before. I am a blade of grass waving to the sky, a raven remembering a face, a raindrop falling on someone’s shoulder. I am scattered, everywhere all at once. I am gone, as short-lived as I am intense. I am an imprint, a scar you can’t forget, a vertiginous sensation you cannot describe, a feeling you will never feel again.

    I am a falling star that you forget as soon as the morning comes.

    I am an old song that clings to your skin, a childhood memory you will remember at a crossroad in your life. I am someone you’ve never met before, but who you’ve known for millennia. I am the last of my kind — a quiet extinction. I am a disappearance no one notices, but which leaves the world changed, silent.

    I am a softness you did not know existed. I am a warmth you thought you would not find again. I am the last kite you ever flew; the last time you saw your primary school friends. I am the embrace you never wanted to leave; that one love you kept hidden. I am a calm sea, a deserted beach on a weekday. I am a truth you’ve lost to the years.

    I am a morning that comes when you don’t want it to.

    I am a dawn after the darkest night.

    I am the solemn words of a person of faith. I am a piece of Fate. A common flower that grows on the side of the path you walk everyday. I am the plastic bag flying in the wind. The new poster superimposed on layers of old paper and glue. I am too many sensations, I am nothingness.

    I am a chance, a breath.

    I am one spark of light, millions of years ago.

    -x-

    Note: This very conveniently started out as me documenting how much of a mess I can be and then the right song played and it ended up being about something else. As always, sending my warmest thoughts your way!

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