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Manas Joshi
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in Pithoragarh, India
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February 2025
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You’ve stumbled upon the words of a broken mind. I’m not here to offer comfort or hope. I write to confront the darkest parts of myself and bury the last fragments of light that refuse to die.
Fleeting Breeze is not a story of healing. It is a testament to destruction. If you choose to read it, know that you are not witnessing a journey toward redemption—you are witnessing the act of erasing hope.
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Fleeting Breeze is not a story of healing. It is a testament to destruction. If you choose to read it, know that you are not witnessing a journey toward redemption—you are witnessing the act of erasing hope.
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“Graveyards are the ultimate truth, new seeds are beautiful lies, and together they are the signs of the times.”
― To My Mother
― To My Mother
“It’s incomplete, and that’s its might, For if it were whole, it’d fade from sight.”
― To My Mother
― To My Mother
“Maybe that’s what happens to everyone once they reach a certain age. Perhaps people lose the ability to see colors, and life ceases to be about living, but merely about passing time.”
― To My Mother
― To My Mother
“Graveyards are the ultimate truth, new seeds are beautiful lies, and together they are the signs of the times.”
― To My Mother
― To My Mother
“It’s incomplete, and that’s its might, For if it were whole, it’d fade from sight.”
― To My Mother
― To My Mother
“I am a man ensnared in time, bound to the moment our paths unraveled all those years ago.”
― My Winter's Spring Night: A spring that arrived mid winter
― My Winter's Spring Night: A spring that arrived mid winter
