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Mishra Bhairavi

one seam less in the tapestry of the gathering curve, unpicked un raveling. *** In the crook of Bhairavi’s elbow he charms a simper out of silence; and silence, emboldened ventures a nervous thought, before going back into its cave … Continue reading

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There are forests in Ustad’s music. I roam through them. crazed, lost, madmast.

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