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Everything is a little more romantic in retrospect. They say when someone dies, people only say good things about them. Maybe our childhood is a little bit like that.
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“Can I have a hair-tie?” was a familiar question that would follow a familiar knock. We’d lived with each other long enough to recognise our knocks, and know if the visitor had arrived for a loan or debt collection.
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Louis and I recently pondered over a glass of Bordeaux how the French got their reputation for being sort of, how you say, pretentious.
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They say there are 8 billion people in the world, give or take. Sometimes, it feels a little arbitrary. Like a child guessing how many beads are in a glass jar at a birthday party.
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Despite us being the same age, I would admire her from a distance. But with the kind of fragile, teenage admiration that could spoil easily and fester into envy.
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That day, GautamAsked for chai instead of BournvitaWore his pants a few inches lower Ran his father’s Brylcreem through his hairSneaked a few pumps of cologneAnd took his phone to school Settled down in the last bench in classAnd said hi to SonaliFor the first time in 7 years Asked the older boysIf he could…
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A tribute to the Hathras rape case victim
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This poem is a toast to the milestones we didn’t get to celebrate
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I never thought I would be jealous of you. Why would I? Isn’t it always easier to be the woman who made him stray away, than the one he strayed away from?
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From my window, I see old scrabble boards being unearthed. Empty-nesters enjoying a full house again. Old photo albums excavated. Carpets scrubbed clean. New recipes attempted. Afternoon naps flowing into the evening.
Epiphany in the Cacophony 