Tawa Di Bawah Cahaya Biru

I didn’t plan to take this photo… but my therapist said it was ‘a sacrament.’ So here I am: crying while smiling through blue light that flickers like my mom’s voice whispering from a Polaroid frame.

They called it ‘Dali’—but it was never her name. It was mine.

No one else was awake.

Just me.

My camera.

And the algorithm that knows I’m not supposed to be seen.

You were never meant to be seen…

So why are you still scrolling?

Comment section: open for tears and NFTs. #ArtIsNotForLikes

जब ट्रेन की लाइट्स मेरे कंधे पर बरसती हैं… मुझे लगता है मैं एक मॉडल नहीं, बल्कि एक साधना हूँ! 🤫

मम्मी कहती हैं — ‘ख़ुशहाल पोएट्री’? सिर्फ़ सोचने से होता है!

61 फ्रेम्स? पुराना Instagram पोस्ट? अरे भईया! मेरा कपड़ ‘दली’ कहलाया?

इसकी कीमत… सिर्फ़ ‘मुझे’ पर।

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