Dear Heart, Pumpkin October is here: the fall season, crisp leaves, and winter waiting just around the corner. I cannot quite find the right words when it comes to unraveling autumn and the "ber" months. If I tell you honestly, the beauty of this season, its colours, and the aura of these months, intertwined with the memories of you, are all breathtaking. Each morning, watching the rain-soaked leaves shimmer in the quiet aftermath of the storm, beneath the faded sunlight, my coffee calls your name. I exert myself beyond measure to conceal your thoughts, but your imprints on my soul have claimed a life of their own. Sorrows aside, I find pleasures in your thoughts alongside my cup of coffee and bites of croissant. You are nearer than you have ever been. Perhaps that is the strange mercy of memory; it keeps what time takes away, and makes the absent feel almost within reach. ~Zara M.
Hailing from the heart of Islamabad, she is an International Relations scholar, a passionate writer, and a devoted blogger. Addicted to wonder and utterly captivated by words, writing flows through her like a force of nature, effortless, inevitable, and boundless. For her, every sentence is an exploration, every story a world waiting to be unveiled.