Now, seeing the once-familiar streets marred by curfews and conflict stirred a deep ache I struggled to define—a profound sorrow not just for the people suffering, but also for the memories of a place that once felt so peaceful and untouched. Even the act of writing this post is an act of active hope—a way for me to deal with my feelings and a way for others to think about their own. We are mourning the loss of innocence, the rupture of memory, and sometimes, the shattering of our own narratives about the world.
Author: Ankita Guchait MBPsS
Published at: 2025-04-27 20:53:14
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