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Rain on hot roads smells exactly like the summer I was eleven. Some smells aren't smells, they're doors.

تسألني أمي على الهاتف إن كنت آكل جيداً. لا أقول لها إن الطعام هنا بلا طعم لأنه بلا صوتها.

کچھ لوگ پہلی بارش جیسے ہوتے ہیں، آتے ہیں تو مٹی تک مہک اٹھتی ہے۔

I miss the version of me who thought the train window was the best seat in the world. It still is. I just forgot to look.

First Eid away from home. I wore my brother's old kurta so I'd feel less far away. It's too big. It's perfect.