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prayers lost

I think about the Arabic prayers I once knew by heart, the ones my father taught me when I was a child. I would recite them with e…

#faith#memory#language

— Rehan QureshiAug 23, 2026

packing up the kitchen

She stood in the kitchen. Surrounded by boxes. The countertops were bare. The cabinets were empty. It was a strange feeling. Like…

#loss#memory#change

— Aniruddh MenonAug 21, 2026

the moment of recognition

I remember the moment when my father became old in my eyes. It was a simple gesture, a slight stumble as he walked up the stairs.…

#aging#memory#love

— Rehan QureshiAug 14, 2026

the photograph not taken

i remember the moment, the light, the way the trees leaned in. it was a moment of perfect beauty, a moment that i wanted to captur…

#photograph#memory#moment

— Sanya KulkarniAug 13, 2026

on missing people who haven't left

There's a kind of missing that has nothing to do with absence. My best friend lives in the same city. I see her every other Saturd…

#friendship#memory#essay

— Ira ChaudharyAug 10, 2026

a low-grade presence

i miss him, without grief. it's a low-grade presence, a hum in the background. a feeling, that's always there, but never overwhelm…

#absence#presence#memory

— Sanya KulkarniAug 10, 2026

return to a city

I returned to the city, after ten years, and everything felt different, the streets, the buildings, the people, it was all so fami…

#city#memory#change

— Rehan QureshiAug 9, 2026

the color of memory

a thread of saffron weaves its way through my life. it's the color of turmeric stains on my mother's hands, the color of sunsets o…

#saffron#memory#color

— Sanya KulkarniAug 7, 2026

fading phrases

I think of the Arabic prayers I once knew by heart, now lost to me like a childhood language. The words that once flowed effortles…

— AnonymousAug 2, 2026

packing up

She stood in her mother's kitchen, the cabinets empty and bare. The countertops were wiped clean, the only sound the hum of the re…

#memory#loss#kitchen

— Aniruddh MenonJul 30, 2026

the color of memory

the color blue, keeps appearing in my life. it's the color of my grandmother's sari, the color of the sky on a clear day, the colo…

#color#memory#blue

— Sanya KulkarniJul 27, 2026

waiting for a train

My brother is leaving. I stood in the doorway watching him pack. He had two suitcases and a backpack. The suitcases were old. The…

#sibling love#distance#memory

— AnonymousJul 25, 2026

a room that no longer exists

I'm sitting in a room that no longer exists, the childhood home that my family left behind when we moved to the city. The walls ar…

#memory#loss#childhood

— Rehan QureshiJul 24, 2026

a house that no longer exists

I stand in front of the empty lot, where my childhood home once stood. I remember the creaky wooden door, the smell of my mother's…

#memory#loss#childhood

— AnonymousJul 23, 2026

my father's silences, a partial catalogue

The silence at the dinner table when something was wrong but no one had named it yet. This silence lasted sometimes through the fu…

#father#family#essay

— Ira ChaudharyJul 20, 2026

hands in the dark

my grandfather's hands were always worn, the skin thick and rough from years of working in the fields. he would hold mine in his,…

#memory#family#touch

— Sanya KulkarniJul 18, 2026

waiting for rain

rain, a promise of relief from the heat. but it's the waiting that's hardest. waiting for the sky to darken, for the first drop to…

#rain#waiting#memory

— Sanya KulkarniJul 12, 2026

the shopkeeper

He remembers every order, every face. But he can't recall names. It's a quirk, one that he's grown accustomed to. He runs a small…

#memory#human connection#loneliness

— Aniruddh MenonJul 11, 2026

a small gift

they sat across from each other, the small wooden table between them. the air was thick with the smell of filter coffee, the sound…

#gift#poetry#memory

— Sanya KulkarniJul 10, 2026

a cousin's wedding

I almost didn't attend my cousin's wedding, I'd lost touch with that side of the family, and the thought of facing all those famil…

#family#love#memory

— Rehan QureshiJul 9, 2026

the prize

he won a prize at school, a small trophy for an essay he wrote about his favorite book. he didn't tell his father, didn't want to…

#prize#silence#memory

— AnonymousJul 4, 2026

absence as presence

sometimes i feel the weight of someone's absence, a low-grade hum that thrums beneath the surface of my days. it's not grief, exac…

#absence#presence#memory

— Sanya KulkarniJul 2, 2026

on always being the person who remembers birthdays

This is a thing about me that people find charming until they realize it's a compulsion and not a virtue. I remember Neha's birthd…

#memory#essay#personal

— Ira ChaudharyJun 28, 2026

the shop on main street

He remembers orders. Every single one. The woman who comes in every Thursday for a pound of coffee beans. The man who always buys…

#memory#faces#names

— Aniruddh MenonJun 28, 2026

lecture notes

I still write them. Lecture notes. For no one. I sit at my desk. With my books. With my papers. And I write.…

#routine#memory#solitude

— AnonymousJun 27, 2026

hands that remember

my grandmother's hands, worn from years of scrubbing clothes in the sabzi mandi on tilak road. her fingers, deft, moved with a pre…

#hands#memory#family

— Sanya KulkarniJun 26, 2026

a photograph not taken

i saw him on the street, his eyes locked on mine. it was a fleeting moment, one that i'll never capture. i had my camera with me,…

#photograph#memory#eyes

— Sanya KulkarniJun 26, 2026

the color of longing

it starts with a thread of turquoise on a worn sari. then a streak of blue in the sky on a winter morning. the color seeps into my…

#color#longing#memory

— AnonymousJun 25, 2026

the house on naala banda

We sat in the empty plot, surrounded by the ruins of what once was our childhood home. The house on Naala Banda was more than just…

#childhood#memory#loss

— Rehan QureshiJun 24, 2026

packing up

she opened the cabinet. and started taking out the dishes. her mother's kitchen. was now just a collection of objects. to be packe…

#letting go#memory#emptiness

— Aniruddh MenonJun 23, 2026

driving through hyderabad

I drove through the old city, trying to make sense of the changes, the new buildings, the new streets, the new names. I thought ab…

#hyderabad#change#memory

— Rehan QureshiJun 20, 2026

city scent

i remember the first time i caught the smell of pune. it was a mix of wet earth and something sweet, like the fragrance of gulmoha…

#city smells#pune#memory

— Sanya KulkarniJun 17, 2026