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A tribute to a mother
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A good read for a lazy monsoon afternoon.
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I hear those paan candy wrappers
Make a lot of commotion
Inside your pocket
Your face lights up in glee
For it serves as a happiness portion
I do..
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Caught in every book of history,
The heart of every Indian being my home,
Ironically, I reside in the heart of Delhi;
Four towers, three great ga..
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Let me not dive into the ocean so deep,
Bottomless I presume?
But let me drown and let the magic seep,
Through my skin and lead me home;
Here, ta..
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1950s.
Under the big oak tree of Saharanpur, a man in his thirties had built his precious house. The locality, supposed to be a residential hub, seem..
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They say silence is golden.
The clock reminding me of its existence by its intended tick tock, the housefly humming around ; the periodic falling of..
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