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Summer nights would bring a strange and a wonderful potpourri of people out on our street. After sundown, muggy heat would give in to a cool wind which would ruffle the mogra flowers to release their bewitching fragrance. Giggling girls would play badminton as boys… Read more
My heart was not meantto be a cauldron that carries acidic sorrow nor grief. It was made for reading secondhand booksbought from dingy, back alley shops where books are sometimes sold by their weight by tech obsessed grandchildrenof some poor soul who died two days agowith… Read more
Bed number 21: Part 1: Admission: There were flies everywhere. On the metal table and near the nurse’s station where they sat having pakoras and tea. Throwing some morsels to a cat who had given birth in one of the filing cabinets with the blessings… Read more
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