In few days from now, I will grow. Once in a month when I am sad I do not. Walking as milk spills from the container where I could not contain myself, I am not a shapeshifter for I do not have a shape. I grow into the air, like air but I can't be … Continue reading Identity Crisis
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Mir and the endless possibilities
I want to cry like the heavier clouds that fell on the terrace last night. They brought memories of monsoon packed in stroking heat. My ears remember the valiant lullaby of the thunderstorm, it felt like a mother's wail from a far off land. A land where children disappear into the forest and appear at … Continue reading Mir and the endless possibilities
The Poetic Elixir 
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