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The Season of Unasked Questions
by Priya Mehta
University of Edinburgh · Scotland
I have learned to hold silence
the way water holds the shape
of its last container — formless,
yet remembering everything.
There are questions I have kept
folded in the back of drawers,
the ones that asked themselves at 3am
and found no door to knock on.
My grandmother used to say
some things grow better in the dark —
mushrooms, she meant,
and maybe also grief.
The season that taught me most
was the one when I stopped asking —
when I learned that uncertainty
was not a failure of the mind
but its most honest weather.