Since elementary school we knew that I was ✨special✨, and by the end of high school I was officially diagnosed with Autism, anxiety, depression, and dysgraphia (basically can’t write but I could speak the whole thing to you.
The warm breeze, the sound of a fountain running, the air rich with the scent of growth, the blinding sunlight, the taste of ice cream — through words, these things can come to life as though we were actually experiencing them.
Though the person is avoiding putting plastic bag in the river but the rest of the stuff goes in and the plastic is randomly thrown in the corner of the temple. Even if most of it is bio degradable, throwing pooja waste in river does not make sense. Flowers and agarbattis etc.
As a black person and author, I am utterly disgusted and disappointed with the people on this platform or any other platform that lies about who they are in any aspect.
I liked the excitement of meeting someone new and not knowing what was going to happen. I liked the whole "hunt" and the novelty and honestly just the adrenaline of it all. I also wasn't particularly good at staying with one person for very long.