A Moment (on the couch)

One evening in Durban, F gave me two letters. One from Aisha and the other from Zeeshan. Written words for me, down the mountain in a bag, on a plane. And I, stunned, opened them, read them, my heart bursting, the pain so strong I could not see anything but blurred words for a moment.

Ah, I thought, and so life still surprises you, still has the ability to shake you, make you feel something in your bones.

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