Dear Parijata
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Complete Fri, Oct 3, 2025<5 mins
Not all homes are built of walls and doors - some are built of memories, fleeting conversations, laughter over tea, and silent gazes under the night sky. Parijata became more than a place; it was a companion that listened without judgment, held secrets without complaint, and stood strong through every moment of weakness and joy. This poem is a tribute to those spaces that shape us, heal us, and remain etched in our hearts long after we leave.
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