He does not know, that the world pauses for him, breath held,
Watching the art of him falling, calling it beauty While he calls himself blank.
If only you knew, how spellbound I am for you, watching the chaos of you, turning into stillness,
Watching your sorrow as it knows how to make everything shine.
(Darjeeling’21)
Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”
will you?
wired headphones >>> airpods
The Journey:Yukio’s Rant
It feels like just yesterday when the idea of welcoming a cat into my life seemed like a distant fantasy, a shimmering mirage on the horizon of my imagination. Now, that dream has unfurled into reality, but not without its share of trials and tribulations.
I recall a conversation with him, my boyfriend, just moments ago. His voice was a soothing balm, assuring me that everything would be alright—that we would weather this storm together. He had chosen the runt of the litter, a delicate creature already teetering on the brink of existence. The little one was weak and fragile, a whisper of life that seemed to fade with every passing moment.
Tending to her before placing her in my care was no small feat; it felt like walking a tightrope over an abyss. There were nights when I lay awake, heart pounding, fearing that I would awaken to find her breathless and still. I kept my worries hidden beneath layers of hope until I could no longer contain them.
But today, as I look at Yukio—named after a character from Deadpool. The truth of her struggle is now a story I share openly to him and grateful for the unwavering faith he had in me. That faith belonged to him—her foster father, who nurtured her before entrusting her to my care.
The notion of co-parenting a cat was never etched into my plans; it was an unexpected twist in the narrative of my life. I had always envisioned myself as an independent figure, navigating the world solo with my feline companion. Yet here I am, sharing this journey with him—a dream that peaks into traditional boundaries.
Yukio now has two homes filled with love and attention from two humans. I am not merely a single mother like the Internet portrays these days; rather, I am part of a duo—a feminine spirit nurturing a cat who receives equal affection from both her foster parents.
I am grateful for Yukio’s presence in my life, just as I am thankful for him—the man who knows exactly what to say to remind me that I deserve this happiness. His words are like gentle waves lapping at the shores of my insecurities, assuring me that love is abundant and shared.
[Some Snippets]
25.09.2024
28.12.2024
𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯
Out of all the hardships, I thank the universe for this❤️🩹 🧿
It feels like a lifetime ago that we had you, and it feels like a decade since we have lost you. The world was cruel to you but I’m glad, we are glad that we could call you ours. My dearest baby, you will always be our first child, my first daughter that I could never have. You came as a blessing but left like an unforgivable curse. The past 6 months were beautiful with you, and right now it’s just a silence that no one talks about whole heartedly of the void that got created since the day you left. My love, my dearest dear child Yukio, I miss you every single day that it simply stings my heart when I realise you aren’t next to me. Your dad still griefs about you but doesn’t have the heart to talk about it since he lost you. We did cry, whole heartedly to realise why we don’t speak about your absence so much even when it speaks volumes in this unforgiving silence. As they say why parents have their favourite child, and you made the two of us realise that it will always be you, no matter what. Rest in peace my doll, please be playful the way you were with us, and hopefully get the warmest blanket to cover yourself up as you fall asleep my dear.
I love you so much as much as I miss you unconditionally my child❤️🩹
There’s something about them, something so astonishingly different, yet they mean the same on a grandeur spectrum. The flowers given to me verses the flowers I gave to him which culminates the same desires at the end of the day. I am lost in translation when I see these pictures and think of the things that I prayed for, so deeply yet so patiently that I manifested unknowingly.
They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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