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Through the Ghats

Watching the dews form paintings in straight lines Over the fogged windows, Swept by the convoluted train lines into the valley. As if the western Ghats have a life of their own. I saw my desires merge and collapse into … Continue reading

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The weapon

Take up all your regrets, all your failures, all that you could have been, all that you ever wanted to be and mix it into a beautiful concoction with what you want to be, your hopes, your ambitions , your … Continue reading

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