Let me share with you a secret I’ve never told as noteworthy tragedy, recently it brought me joy when I remembered beautiful things since someone once told me that whatever I do carries a certain beauty. Their words were more than mere praise, they etched themselves into my being with an unhurried pace. And so, I wove them into poetry, capturing the fleeting moments that leave their mark sincerely. It’s in the way my lipstick stains the rim of a cup of tea, or how I find myself comparing every little detail of our gesture to a word plea.