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I take the streets one flight at a time. The traffic a cannon thrown out at sea. The flotsam of cigarette butts.The lights an electric riff uncorked in the thyroid gaze of smogged mall windowpanes. And fingers of dust grating … Continue reading

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bombay dreams

It’s so sad that Bombay never sleeps. I want to see the city snore. I want to see it take angdai, and snuggle into the night’s arms. I want to see the moon smile at a morning unconcerned with the … Continue reading

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