An Uncalled Memory (#writingshots 1)

#writingshots by #kapilraj

Kapil Raj
1 min readJun 8, 2023

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Your hand is resting on top of mine. Was. Things eventually disintegrate, losing their meaning and existence. For the time being, this memory lingered. This is not a common occurrence and should not occur at all. Because if it doesn’t disappear, I will crave it.

I’m sorry, was it your hand over mine or mine beneath yours? It’s not the same. That touch permeates the weight and bounds of skin; the body does not grasp where the warmth comes from but pushes back the influence stimulating the senses.

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Nobody knows if the physicality of this contact, the surroundings, the air, and the sky elevate to produce something remarkable or disappear. A drop in the ocean, a feather from a fluttering bird, a memory generated and lost only to reappear when no one calls for it, existing in its non-existence.

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Kapil Raj

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