Issue 14 (Summer 2025)
The Kite's Tail
By Garima Chhikara
Lately, I’m scared I might turn into my Ma. The distractions—work deadlines, scrolling, arguing over conspiracy documentaries with my boyfriend—only go so far. I used to think grief was like drowning, but that, with time, you’d learn how to swim. You’d let memories wash over you without panic. That, with time, it wouldn’t feel so bad. I felt selfish for hoping it might someday ease, selfish for wanting a version of life that didn’t feel crushed by the weight of losing my sister.
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