[i’m no poet, but i am a storyteller!] once upon a time, there was a scattered group of stars and a broken porcelain doll. the constellation looked at the doll. he had been broken, lying in the grass for a long time. the doll looked up at the constellation. he knew the constellation was hurt too. one day, the stars reached out to the doll. they became friends. slowly, little by little, their wounds began to heal. although they were far apart, they cared a lot for each other and supported them as best they could. sometimes, the stars disappeared and the doll would be away. they still remained friends, no matter how distant they became. one day, someone came along and played too rough with the doll. the cracks in his porcelain reopened and he didn’t feel like himself anymore. there were many storms and the stars were gone for a while. with the help of time, the doll began to heal. he wasn’t the doll he used to be, but a new one. he had braved the storms and felt better with himself. he appreciated so many more things now. far above him, the clouds began to part, and the constellation came back! the doll welcomed the constellation back and they were friends again. but now the constellation knew that there was a deeper connection than just friendship between them. the constellation told the doll about the connection. the doll wasn’t always sure about his feelings, but he was sure about one thing. i’m fine with loving you anjum. i’m still in a precarious state of figuring out what i feel and what i don’t but i know that i am always going to like being around you.
a reply to my dear friend anjum. are we still friends? that is for you to decide.
