My anxious mind couldn’t get out of bed. Inhale. Exhale. Time to declutter, I thought.
The thoughts spilled out, all at once. They fell to the floor like flowers dispersed by a light breeze. An overwhelming sight, these thoughts laid out raw with their infant buds and thorny stems.
I picked them up, one by one. Whether perfect or awry, each floret had a destiny to follow, a coherence attached to it, a place to end up in. Some were gently preserved in a vase by the window; some left out to dry between pages of over-read novel, each rationalized to fit beautifully in its fate.
They somehow don’t seem so daunting now do they?
Featuring: Ava by Urth Label | Concept & Words: Dhwani Kathotia | Photography: Chahat Kathotia