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Allow me to tell you a short story. It has to be short because it was inspired by a small set of squiggles on an ancient artifact, and my Holmes-ian attempt to deduce their origin. Here’s the piece. A man sat outside his hut, fashioning pots out of the riverside clay. He might be using … Continue reading
No two emotions are mutually exclusive
He’s in love with her love…
My picture of incompleteness is complete…
A chameleon forgets its original hue
Beware those who’re quick to love.
I was never as naked again
You’re born; it’s downhill from there
She was cold, colder than memories…
I’m never alone with my thoughts
hbhatnagar 