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morning

and dawn looks through the French windows, ruffles my hair and slips in between the sheets knocks on the door of my breath and listens to me with an ear to my chest listens to the tangerine ring of sleep … Continue reading

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bombay rain

Every year around this time, I start marvelling about the rain and how beautiful it is. Then when I walk out on bombay streets, I remember an image. a poem. an old one nevertheless. many of you might have read … Continue reading

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