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The Gargantuan Grunts over Giant Granadilla
I peeped in idly into the shopping bag. Couple of seconds later my hands automatically reached out to grab a squash (papaya?) like vegetable; my brows narrowed into a frown. I put them on the saloni besides the dried chilies. “What’s this? It looks like squash but it isn’t, right?” Prabhakar was doing the dishes.…
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The Average Guy
He is like the dust mite bitten, golden brown edged, aged leaf Of a book she has known all her life; the scent of which makes her believe there were days She could sink in the thrill of living, Embracing the known, untroubled by the unknown, and there is a future That will grow to…
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The Wonders of Marsh Para Cress
It was an usual day at farm, until I saw Uday uprooting the weeds with tiny yellow flower heads that we often trample under feet unconsciously while walking. No, wait! Is it not a weed as I have always believed? “What are you up to, Uday?” “Need them for preparing chicken.” “Really?” “Yes, we usually…
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Weight of Solitude
lonesome dreams Glowing through the moistened cinders of a monsoon pyre
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Manapad: Where Nights Often Wept as the Seraphs Slept
I made my very first trip to South India during the summer of 2015 and it began with Tamil Nadu, on the off chance that on this land of Gods I might find the strength to deal with my life, which was edging on the brink of a sea change. I had planned to make…
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Casually Classical 