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When I think of my maternal grandma or Rajambamma as I used to call her, I remember all the letters we wrote to each other
Have you ever floated over the NiagaraIf not, you shouldI made the trip on the Maid of the MistOver the great NiagaraWith my dear mommyWe
May all the godsOffer you the spiritTo be alive and happyMay you never haveTo think of terrible thingsThat wrench your heart from itselfAnd tear it
“If music be the food of love, then play on’, said Shakespeare and centuries later, Samantha Fox in one of her songs. If I had
Have you ever looked back And seen yourself in purgatory? As time passed by Things returned To where they belonged And you let the wretched
Days are wonderful Nights cool Starry Starry Nights Shine on for you I see them where I live You see them too Here a shine,
When I was in class 6, I used to make a snack with sabudana. Today, after a trillion years, I have forgotten how I used
It’s winter now And my heart’s frozen Whenever it thaws It will freeze all over again And lead to flotsam And jetsam And algae that’s
My Adonis Turns his glass eye toward me And I gaze Until his glass eye shatters I run with my flip flops Bolt into the dark
Shriek! What’s that sound? It’s like an adder slithering near Hark- calm down, child It’s just me moving over to another side Shriek, what’s that
