The Stone

Cutting for light, I chiseled the stone. Said the stone to me, “I come from the cave where everything received darkness.” My hands surrendered to the words of the stone. I was a new self in my quietness: subdued and calm. Fleetingly, I was filled with a strange light.

Geeta Chhabra

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