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Titli
One day, a summer day, after years, after I had crossed my teens and sought my degree, I was trekking. I was tracing back to my village to trace my half-forgotten race. I met a grey bearded man, old of age on my way to...
Dhiya Dudhu Pii
One fine morning, I happened to pass through a jungle with my father. I was deep in thought at one with the music of silence when I heard a bird sing. Did she sing or did she wail? Dhiya Dudhu Pii! Dhiya Dudhu Pii! She...
Besieged
He fickled up and down As the moon did shy For fort time, not of nature But of his ego ‘I’ *** He had forsaken his cosy home for the desolate of the wild. But soon had yielded to the forces of nature and yearned...
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