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would anyone find it helpful to have a catalog of transcripts from all of astro’s vlives??

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Hi Agent J! Do you think Lavanya and Khushi would stay in touch for a long time after her and Arnav's break up? Would she still visit Khushi in the distant future or attend special family events like weddings? Or funerals?

Hello Anon!!!

Yes I do think Khushi and Lavanya would be in touch - there would be a distance considering the storm Khushi goes through with the elopement - and then reconnect with Lavanya and reconnect their friendship.

I do think Lavanya will be a part of important things in Khushi's life - like when Khushi's Babuji/amma/buaji pass away then La would be there for Khushi, one way or the other.

Best,

- Agent J P.S; this week's Sunday Samachaar

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#why do you guys follow me #i often think #and then i realize that theres lots of ACTUAL people that know of my existence #its really cool #thanks guys <3 #robin prefers to text

I Often Think

You. In everything.

Each letter or frame and turn of phrase.

As if it were better left unexplained.

But. You.

Every breadth and punctuation mark.

The last of the lead of this 4B chunk of graphite and wood and nub.

Seven and ten.

Miles of missing lines and infinite moments and unreplayed emotion.

Sorry.

I let the lenses blur.

I form the lumps of clay with my fists and my palm and the sweat of my brow.

These times, my hands shake and throb and ache.

Wounded soldiers or pupating butterflies.

Elementary thought.

Or.

You.

The sweat and tears and the pull-back into air.

These days I have nothing to show but ash.

You.

Every inch of an intricately drawn-out frame.

Eighteen by twenty four by heavy flyweight by clean slate.

A beautifully constructed half-sorted script.

The apocalypse looming on the event horizon.

Colors shining in the moonlit sky.

I am ever more grounded when I place the picture inside. Of You.

You. And always. You. And only. You.

And Then/If Then.

Or.

This whole thing falls apart.

Please know.

You. In every thing.

Or this whole thing falls apart.

-J. Nussbaum

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I Often Think

You. In everything.

Each letter or frame and turn of phrase.

As if it were better left unexplained.

But. You.

Every breadth and punctuation mark.

The last of the lead of this 4B chunk of graphite and wood and nub.

Seven and ten.

Miles of missing lines and infinite moments and unreplayed emotion.

Sorry.

I let the lenses blur.

I form the lumps of clay with my fists and my palm and the sweat of my brow.

These times, my hands shake and throb and ache.

Wounded soldiers or pupating butterflies.

Elementary thought.

Or.

You.

The sweat and tears and the pull-back into air.

These days I have nothing to show but ash.

You.

Every inch of an intricately drawn-out frame.

Eighteen by twenty four by heavy flyweight by clean slate.

A beautifully constructed half-sorted script.

The apocalypse looming on the event horizon.

Colors shining in the moonlit sky.

I am ever more grounded when I place the picture inside. Of You.

You. And always. You. And only. You.

And Then/If Then.

Or.

This whole thing falls apart.

Please know.

You. In every thing.

Or this whole thing falls apart.

-J. Nussbaum

#poem #poetry #writing #navelgazing #i often think #heavy on my mind #jnussbaum #jesse nussbaum

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