The first time

Is a pin prick

To unstitch

Your skin

To feel yourself

Begin

You search your being

You are it:

Coursing through yourself

The second time

You search inside

A stranger

Behind the corner shop

You find where he begins

Adrenaline!

But come back,

Stinking of rot

Void of thought

To feel what?

What are you searching for?

To begin ag...

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Malathi did not board the morning bus to work today.

I looked at the woman seated beside me in Malathi’s usual place.

Clad in a saree, fresh flowers in her hair, ready to tackle the long hours of work in dust and heat.

She must be around her mid forties.

Does she have a family to provide for?

Else why has she joined the wagon of the working class at the wee hours?

Does she have a...

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Trickling Towards Tomorrow

Everything Trickles
The tears, they trickle down my cheek
Just like everything else does.
Time trickles day by day,
Sometimes fast, like a river rushing towards the sea,
Often times slow, slow as my tears,
For it is these moments that I remember,
And all the joyful ones I keep discarding.
The tears come from many sources,
Whether it is the loss of something I...

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