It was the 13th of August when I received her message, a simple note on WhatsApp: “I was in Kannur last weekend :p” “Coming tomorrow.” She comes and goes, a presence that lingers yet never truly stays. Each departure, each moment of leaving, is marked by the same phrase: “I was in Kannur :p.” It’s her signature, an emblem that always follows her, like a shadow trailing her every move. Why does she return to Cannanore? Is there some occasion I’m unaware of? A gathering, a celebration? The thoughts swirl like a storm in my mind. I, seeking answers, reach out to my mother, casually inquiring if there’s some event—perhaps a marriage or a family function. It was then that she revealed it. A family friend’s engagement. (02/10/14, 03:30 PM) I sat in silence, overwhelmed by the weight of it all. “What is happening?” I thought, my chest tightening, each beat of my heart louder than the last. “No… I can’t… I didn’t…” The realization crashed over me, a wave of panic that nearly pulled...
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour…”