Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

i touch him as i’d touch my favourite book by Najwa Zebian
slow and gentle, as not to crease him with my unworthy hands

i could never look at him as an ordinary human
he, to me, is the snow-capped mountain peak you see first thing in the morning from the balcony of a hotel in Darjeeling
the very first time you visit Kashmir, he’s that feeling