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Some Life I Have

Some sounds I sing Some art I draw Some notes I play Some words I write Some air I breathe Some grains I eat Some sun I soak Some water I splash Some earth I rest Some sky I gaze … Continue reading

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The Wrinkled Straps

“Time is the gap between the hour hand and the second hand. Minutes are just fillers.” My fiancé of five days. I wanted to take him around Lucknow, in my own way. As we entered through the gates of Imambara, … Continue reading

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