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Life: A fleeting odour of incense.


And the moment passes, the petals of flowers bloom, spread their aroma, feed the bees, and die but are reborn afresh.
It's December again; it feels like we stepped into the year 2024 just a few weeks ago, and it wrapped us quietly for a few moments and left us to metamorphose.

Life can never be as planned and that's the beauty of our lingering being, it compels us to the brink to surmise over the sun rays, apricity, guilt, and regrets.
When I stepped into January a moment ago, my suitcase was filled with a little distinct dreams, ambitions, and plans like a migratory bird tracing the line of fault stars over the courtyards, and when I paved my way over the fence the unexpected did not announce itself; it...