Prompt: write your own Sei Shonagon-style list of “things”.
A list of things that make me sigh:
-The way trees seem to dance from a moving vehicles as you pass them by.
-Ma putting oil on my hair and then plaiting it on stormy mornings in Calcutta.
-The beauty of Pointillism and how a dot can be so much more that just that.
-Realising that the Earth is a pale blue dot, and we are mere specks in the universe.
-A much needed breakdown where the tears still flow long after the feeling of anguish has passed.
-The knowledge that I am, in many ways, living just to make my little niece smile as much as I can in this lifetime.
The inherent nature of gratitude.
-Playing with a touch-me-not plant, letting it droop, then bloom, then droop again.
-The fact that I am not a child anymore.
Reading Sir Alfred Tennyson’s Tithonus aloud, alone.
The uselessness of good English teachers in a world that is increasingly all about “yaaaas”, “shizz” and other language killers.
-A fading love bite given by the love of my life before we said goodbye.
-This poem, or whatever this is.
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