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Rain in the city

Sweet rain on concrete, Our parched lips, quenched souls mingle, Overwhelms and heals.

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Literature

Rain in the city

Sweet rain on concrete, Our parched lips, quenched souls mingle, Overwhelms and heals.

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Literature

The Tram Ride

The evening was hot and humid. The only respite was the south breeze coming in gentle gusts from over the Hoogly. She’d gone to the only operative phone repair centre open, on the other end of the city. It was a boring task, but with him, it turned out to more fun than she’d expected. “Ugh, God… How much further? We’ve been walking for 20 minutes”, she groaned. “We’re almost there. I can see the tower top through the trees. Why did you wear heels anyway? You knew we had to walk”, he said with his eyes scanning the tree tops in the distance. “I didn’t know we had to walk this

prose fiction

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Literature

Moments of weakness

Baby, you make my morals loose, looking at you, the way the move, Baby, you make me wanna lose myself, tangled together, messy, dishevelled; Baby, I wanna take you home, get dirty in the shower, in every room, Baby, you make me weak in my knees, Butterflies in my stomach, head over heels; Baby, leave your taste in my lips, savour it, till the next time we feast. ~

poetry

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Literature

In the lanes of Landour

Morning activities in Landour, starts late. The only ones up and scampering about at 6:30 or 7 am are the rhesus macaques. Morning mist still lies upon the mountains, bathed by the sunlight. It’s a pretty sight. Half an hour passes and school children can now be seen passing down the lane, moving through the steep cuts of the road, winding their way down to school. There are no school buses here. There are water tanks on the terrace of the house in front of us. The tank had overflowed for quite some time and water has pooled on the terrace. If this goes on, they would soon be faced with damp walls and paint peeling off the ceiling below. For now, the monkeys drink from it and pigeons come to wet their feathers and cool their throats. We take a walk up to char dukaan. On the way, I stop by Ruskin Bond’s window and look up at his quarters. I wonder if he is up. The arched windows with their asbestos sunroof, looks humble and charming. He sure does get a fantastic view of the hills

prose non-fiction

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naruto fanfics

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Frozen in limestone

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Laxshmi- The Goddess of Wealth

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