urban zenana
Up the earliest in ages, I hear singing drifting through the paper walls. Odd reverberations, the aural sensation of the visual image of sound waves undulating through water. It's like the Islamic equivalent of the Gregorian chant. Though I prefer this to that. Gives me the illusion that I'm somewhere else.

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but a dream? this mention of zenana has me in an enigma
not a dream...those moments just after you wake up, when the haze of sleep lingers and reality leaves tracers
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