Poetic Stories
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There is a river that flows Near my house and my rooms window overlooks the silvery stripWhen it rushes I know the monsoon has arrived When it thins down to a trickle I know the winters are nearby When it attracts people and children, summer is here And when tiny red droplets like flowers emerge, it tells me spring…
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Little one, little oneCan I tell you howProud I am to be your mumma?The day I came to know you wereIn me, was the day I knewI had to take care of myselfSo I may have the privilegeOf seeing you grow.
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Love exists in every thread of the universe.It exists when you look at a blooming flower.It exists when you see yourself in the mirror.It exists when your mother scolds you for spending too much time in front of the mirror.And it exists when your father peeks into your room as you apply kajal in your…
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With the sky above mewatching over my maiden flightWith the sun and the cloudsplaying hide and seek with meWith the wisdom of the windsflowing withing my boneslet me fly, fly high in the sky.
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Where is the girlthe little one who came to tell me stories. Where is the boythe tall one who sat beneath my shadows to rest before heading home.
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I walk past a restaurantMy feet pause as my eyes snagOn a pale-yellow 3D triangleWith a crusty base andA soft looking cake.
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Okay, so, I’m obsessed with food. I love food, I love eating and I love talking about food and eating. Since #BlogchatterFoodFest is all about celebrating food, I thought this year, I’ll write odes to some of my favourite food items. Starting with: nariyal ki barfi.
tales of Suchita 