"Draped in rain, have come memories which were hidden in the dreamcatcher, slowly making their way from its threads and touching me like a gentle breeze, bringing back the ocean of emotions I've buried deep within. I look up at the sky to breathe a little before diving into the sea where love seemed stagnant, where letters are turning into ashes without fire, where fireflies snatch wishes to make their wings, where flowers bloom from dead dreams, and where each word echoes something long forgotten. I see a glimpse of someone who looks like me, scared yet brave, strong yet gentle, walking on a thread. Unraveling each thread, I wonder, "Who's really me? Is it her or me?" ©payal jaswal"