Photography by Rhea Gupte
Immersed in the writings of Murakami, my sister explained to me the meaning behind the Japanese word ‘Mujo’ with respect to the Sakura blossoms in Japan. How the writer delves into finding peace in beauty which is to eventually fade away. That same day, I found a dead butterfly, sunlit underneath an empty window sill. Even in death, she was beautiful like the wind.