I saved the last apricot from summer, wrapped in a napkin like a secret. In winter, I found it shriveled but whole. I bit into memory: tart, soft, sun-warmed. My daughter watched, puzzled. “It’s just fruit,” she said. But I could taste my childhood, my mother’s hands, the orchard’s hush.
Aisha is a poet and storyteller based in Srinagar, India. Her work explores themes of memory, displacement, and emotional resilience, often through lyrical prose and quiet imagery.
This is beautiful!
Outstanding work, Aisha ❤️
You gave me the entire experience. Beautifully done!
Wonderful imagery and emotional connection.
this is wonderful and I am still thinking about it days after reading it. Congratulations on an incredible piece.
Absolutely wonderful,