summer’s benevolent gift.

It’s still summer, I know, but since I’m slowly packing my bags and preparing myself for a new academic year, the stillness of summer is waning into an energy more artful, inspired and akin to the warmth of sunshine that kissed the ground for so long. I’m here to reflect upon this summer truthfully and transparently, receiving all the learned and unlearned lessons, unifying the experience in expression, for I know how detrimental silence is when it is locked in times it is needed to be let go. This summer has shown me the extremes of my predisposition to linger in inscrutable realms. Something in me wanted to be isolated, to stay silent, pondering upon the glory of every atom of meaning in this universe, and in me, too. I received so much, was showered by light and revelations so profound that they would leave my heart burning for days. Yet, this came at a cost. By mid-July, I realised that something was truly off. I was not able to see the ordinary anymore and felt so trapped in ...