This thunder is a song drenched in your thoughts These flashes - mere pauses, tied up in your knots This wet is now sunshine washed by your scents This storm is but a soft breeze held in your eyes
What season is this?
Her annoyance was like pleats of her saree. Layered, symmetrical, tucked gently under a calm surface Yet on days it was a riot of asymmetr...
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