by Indrani Talukdar (Dehradun, Uttarakhand, India)
Your words float like the smoke from my coffee cup Singing my face and fingers Till I feel them scorching my nail tips. Only it is not you Nor your shadow Just a coffee cup And some memories…
Back to page 1 of the story Mohan's appetite had dwindled to almost nothing. When people commented on his weight loss, he took cover under the impending
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