Poet’s Note: This is a collection of three poems that were written LIVE for strangers I had never met before. Each person offered only a name and a few personality traits. What followed was not an attempt at accuracy, but an exercise in attentive listening for the shape of a person hidden inside a handful of words. Written within a few minutes, these pieces capture first impressions: fleeting, imperfect, and unfiltered. They are more of reflections from small mirrors held up during brief encounters, just in names and hints, with that composing a poetic constellation for them.

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Parita Mehta, trained as a researcher, comes with her a habit of observation and a fascination for drawing metaphors. She has recently begun “un-drafting” the unfinished fragments she once left scattered across margins, converting them into poetry and prose. A quiet collector of moments, she is drawn to the strange beauty hidden within ordinary days, passing conversations, and nature. Her writing is an attempt to preserve what escapes documentation – the feelings, the silences, and the fleeting impressions that resist being photographed. The pieces she writes, perhaps, are the moments she could not capture through a lens.