A Solitary Exodus
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A Solitary Exodus

The sailor opened his ravaged cream canvas The harbor stood impedingly far from sight Beyond the fading orange gleam and approaching purple haze Of the drowning winter skyline, Upon whom the hallowed, salt- crusted, iron gallows dangle The corpses of an unforgiven past hung like the autumn bloom. Where men and women not confined to … Continue reading

Chotu
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Chotu

“Chotu, ek full, ek cutting” Abhinav said as soon as we saw the first chai ki tapri. Chai was his pehla pyar. Every morning, the first sentence I hear since the past six years is “Neetu chai dena.” We sat on the red and white plastic chairs of the tapri, our daughter sitting on the … Continue reading