Shashank Khandelwal
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The Mirror That Knows My Red Secrets
Mirrors have always scared me, not the thing made of glass, but the thing that comes out from me if I stay too long. The world has a version of me that it thinks is polished, that it thinks is steady, and that it thinks is convincingly fine, but the mirror…the mirror sees the red that is simmering beneath my skin.
By Shashank Khandelwal2 months ago in Humans
When Silence Comes Back to Life
Previously, we assumed heartbreak was a straightforward kind of thing—two broken people sitting opposite each other in a cafe, shivering voices, hands holding cold cups, the goodbye an inarticulate labor of words such as "I'm sorry", "I hope you find someone better." That is the way our parents recount their stories.
By Shashank Khandelwal2 months ago in Humans
