The morning’s come, oh no! It’s the same drill, The boring rigmarole, it does kill, The dirty laundry gives me a wild stare, The undone dishes, stained, do glare, The…
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Silhouetted shadows weave a story within four walls. Stringed jasmines, roses lay crushed upon yards of luscious silk. Clinking bangles shatter unheard amidst the savage slurs. Wafting…
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“Tring…,” rang the school bell. All the students of class 3 rushed out of the classroom, and so did Sundari. Her round almond eyes were sparkling with delight. As she…
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Between my paused breaths, Mon amour, I yearn, My vapid eyes shed tears with gnawing pain, Like wilted roses, piece by piece I fall, My tarnished verses pine for thy…
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The mountains of Kodai looked mystically serene with a blanket of mist. Muthu’s tea stall was perched atop a rocky mountain. His business seemed to be enveloped in a…
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“Martha! I knew you would come. The Sun might stop shining someday but there is nothing that can stop you from coming here, every year, on the same day,” said…
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Earth’s Plea to Rain I wait with impatience braving the heat, Our rendezvous delayed I’m left to grieve, My fervent soul makes an impassioned plea, I pine longingly for…