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Sunday, April 29, 2018

Conversation I

The worst part of this city is traffic.
She said.
And the best part?
He asked.

Probably the rain
And the Earthy smell
that comes after it
To which she can relate to.

They stopped talking
for a while;
And looked into the sky.


It wasn't completely dark
The sky was radiant---in a mystic manner


She thought...
How did she end up here?

Lucknow, India


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