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Mirror mirror, what do you see?
I have a mirror in my hands. Mirror mirror, what do you see? “I see a girl, a black girl, with beautiful eyes… beautiful eyes over gaunt cheeks. Cheeks caved in over thin, crisp lips and a levee...
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Ode to the Muslims of Burma
I saw some godly men, In trance they lined and took their turn. Rose ye all from slumber when, They’d left in haste, ye houses burned. Now curse thee men that left this trail, And woe, in silence, we...
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The Way Things Were: Is India’s past a mentor for its evolution?
Aatish Taseer’s latest book, ‘The Way Things Were’, is the first book of his that I have read, but its subtle tone and poetic finesse lured me instantly. The title of the book is based on the Sanskrit...
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Treachery
As the sky rolls over, My mind begins to hover, To be, Or not to be. Eternity seems not too distant, Life seems not too consistent, The ocean wreaks havoc in its tides, The rain kills off all who...
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Time
Her breath was already heavy last night. Her heartbeat at 45 clicks a minute. But it beat. Quietly and clearly; it pumped on. The light on the monitor was green and it would beep every now and then....
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The dream that could never be – part 3: A wolf at every turn
She had woken up sweating heavily, vividly remembering his foul ragged breath on her neck and the abnormally large splinter just a step behind her. The next day, her baji had sent her to clean her late...
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