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July 12, 2023
The jellyfish landed up on a busy street. He met a girl wearing a Dracula print shirt. She was beautiful and alone, waiting beside a restaurant. He couldn't skip a heartbeat, but flirted with her. She asked him to bring the moon and some stars to play with. He took a piece of tissue paper to draw them. While he was busy sketching the sky, she stabbed him six times and diffused out. He laid dead for a fortnight, no one was bothered for a blob. A priest threw the blob into the ocean. He woke up a polyp, diagnosed himself of heartbreak and decided to have therapy sessions. Few days later, he landed again on a busy street. He entered a bookshop and picked up a magazine. He started to read the first poem titled, 'A Medusa'. His heart didn't skip a beat.
Ankur Jyoti Saikia (he/ him) is a forestry researcher based in India who believes in his self-coined maxim “scribble, submit, repeat.” X & Instagram: @amythfromassam
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