The Empty Page

Updated: Jul 5, 2025

By Bandana Terangpi

I know what I want to say-

It’s there pressing against my ribs

but I didn’t write it

it’s a quiet kind of not-writing

yet it’s not enough to silence the question

why I didn’t write?

a hesitation that doesn’t make sense.

am I hiding words I never meant to say?

Or just scared of what will happen if I let the words spill?

By Bandana Terangpi

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