The Window Where I Watched the Rain

A surreal reverie of déjà vu and dislocated belonging, this short-form story drifts through the blurred edges of memory and imagined lives. When the narrator glimpses a town that shouldn't exist and a child who seems to remember them, reality softens. Golden rain hums like forgotten lullabies, doorbells chime without entry, and a key to nowhere lingers in their palm each morning. The Window Where I Watched the Rain is a haunting echo of a life unlived—poetic, wistful, and steeped in the tender ache of remembering something your soul never forgot.

VARSHITHA VARSHITHA
Jun 24, 2025 - 05:48 Updated: Jun 24, 2025 - 06:51
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