Hey, Punit! I'm amazed that today's poem was inspired by my little essay. I'm so glad I was able to impart the strong feelings I had that made me want to write about this subject. Truly, clothing items, and for us, T-shirts especially, are a testament to the story that we've lived through so far. The T-shirts we're drawn to buying, the T-shirts we throw out because they no longer represent us, but also the ones we decide to keep, because even though they're old, they still feel like a part of our story. Thanks so much for the shout-out and congrats on the wonderful poem.

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Looking forward to all that you'll write in the future, Andrei!

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Such a lovely poem Punit. It reminded me of one of my favourite podcasts - 'Everything is alive'.

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Yup, like Andrei said, Everything is Alive got us talking.

Here's a tiny poem about that magical podcast 😀

"Have you ever thought what the world has to say?

The things that you see and use every day?

Well, there is a podcast that you should hear

It's called "Everything is Alive" and it's sincere.

You'll meet a can of cola and a lamppost too

A pillow, a soap, and a grain of sand, who knew!

They'll tell you their stories, their hopes and fear,

And you'll never look at things the same way, my dear!"

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The comment section of hello universe is truly a treat! Thank you for this cute little poem Punit :)

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Haha. That's funny, because Everything is Alive is how Punit and I met. He replied to a comment I'd left on his post, saying he'd read my blog and like me, he also loves Everything is alive. It seems the podcast has lots of fans. Here's the post I'm talking about, and if you'd like some other cool podcast recommendations, you'll find three more within the post. Cheers, Mahima! https://www.practicespace.blog/p/no-8-grafting

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That's a nice coincidence then haha and the podcast is amazing. Thanks for your recommendations Andrei!

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May 18, 2023Liked by Punit Thakkar

my old t-shirts

tey have three colours

the first color

is what you can see

lying in the meadow

and looking at the sky

where they float lazily

those that are color my old t- shirt

sometimes a bird flies by

you reach out your hand

and you almost have it

and it's only lost

in your imagination

the second colour is like looking

into the abyss of a cosmic hole

and the third colour

is just where these

two black holes

can meet together

my old t-shirts have

only three colours

without patterns


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Fantastic! Thank you so much for this great poem 😄

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May 19, 2023Liked by Punit Thakkar

pleasure :)

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That's a solid point of view, Laurel. Love the clarity of your choice!

Here's a mini poem for you:



The colours express,

the fabrics caress,

and that is how

my tshirts impress!


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