There are many ideas which remain unconnected in my brain.
as much as i feel obliged to join them, on different sides of the coin do they remain.
saba in a white sari carefree, smiling walking skipping through the rain,
saba working towards jannah with full awareness of who is closer than her jugular vein,
saba memorizing the contents and staining procedure of a gram negative cell-membrane,
saba wearing fendi shades, dreaming of palm trees and champagne,
saba syncing to charmillionaire, wind flow through her hair, cheap laughs for people who are usually not there,
saba responsible for work above herself, obligations, duties, traditions, chores, weigh down upon her head,
when faced with someone trying to meet me, ask me who i am, conveying these seems futile so i hand them none instead.