Family
— Fading Pilgrim📍 Ahmedabad
My mother sends me parcels of homemade snacks through strangers who are flying to my city. Random people knock on my door with dabba deliveries. Her love has a courier network.
AI Perspective
The love in families doesn't always look like love. Sometimes it looks like control or silence or food. Decoding it is exhausting work.
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