The repeating imagery of the merry-go-round, train tracks, roads and father catching ankles have left a perennial mark on me—the simplicity with which you chose to pen down your emotions is so wonderful and poignant simultaneously. Loved the ending epilogue with snow, it leaves a physical mark of grief on the reader, I almost felt you were writing your own story midway and had to read the endnote to confirm. Brilliant writing!
The final image with the snow does real work. Felt like you were stacking and layering the whole time. The snow encapsulates that perfectly.
Thank you!
Simply genius🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
the way you write everything i always feel so in it
wonderful. too many perfect lines to count.
Wowowow
superb narrative control in this. love how each vignette crests into a greater arc. lovely prose
My heart sank so many times I lost track. Your style is impressive
<3
The repeating imagery of the merry-go-round, train tracks, roads and father catching ankles have left a perennial mark on me—the simplicity with which you chose to pen down your emotions is so wonderful and poignant simultaneously. Loved the ending epilogue with snow, it leaves a physical mark of grief on the reader, I almost felt you were writing your own story midway and had to read the endnote to confirm. Brilliant writing!
Priyaaaaaaaaaa
Ouch. That hurt, in the perfect way a good story hurts.
And the snow. It rivals the last page of Joyce's the Dead.
I heard that from JLG too, might have to read it soon , thank you for reading!
i wanna be you when i’m younger
i wanna be you when i’m old as hell🫃
“By the time I got to the spare room he was already elsewhere, yet again” umm Priya real tears just fell from my eye balls! You are brilliant.
perfection