Dasara
I thought I will write something about Dussehra/Dasara today. Before my agnostic outlook nerved in, it used to be my favorite festival.
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Inktober
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Nieselregen
as a kid I used harvest drizzles in glass jars with pebbles and paperboats…
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Pitara
I had my first crush when I was nine or ten, he was a scholar who I wished sat on my bench.
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Jazbaat
Jazbaat/جذبات ~ you’re nothing but the museum of your emotions
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Galpa
“My dad always thought India would be a better place to grow.”, his father, Daishin, sulked with shrug.
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Ēriḷita
the ripples on the surface of time, nothing but momentary…
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Blini
the taste of your
skin lingers on my lips
like the honey -
Aatish
A teacher’s life is like a candle, meant to burn even brighter, meant to light other fires.
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Berceuse
Bengaluru’s autumn
is light years away
from october heat -
Kyoodle
I miss all of my friends’ doggos today. Cheers to Zoro, Simba, Gabru and a few others I grew up with!
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Geskenk
We met twice, once at our Colombo Monkey’s Hostel and again at a tea boutique in Galle. Tattooed Xena was quite a gypsy from the hot state of Nigeria.
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Caelum
Caelum ~ my grandparents now float in a sky-bunglow, reminding me of the movie “up”.
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