writings
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Moth
I watched the damp grey cloud slowly fade into another much lighter one and waited for them to elapse. It rained all day and night, not very unusual for the season. It rained the same, on other days as well. Communes longed to drop themselves under a warm light, sleeping over random spots of the…
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Leftover Lights
There is a marriage in the neighbourhood and the leftoverlights fall here on the balcony. Leftover lights, When did I start to regard the leftover lights, floating around like ghosts, bearing no meaning to share; did I find a lost button over one of them? Or see her eyes glitter in a patch of light…
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White Tuft’s to the wind – memoir
Faces known are recurring over dreams. They happen to be at the same place where I’d left them. “The dead ones live through us” I heard someone say with fear planted in their throat, eyes gulping the night’s breath, probably myself, overtime I took it for someone else. When we slip off, night has a…
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To the mountains – Journal
short memoir Jainism was more or less my area of interest, as part of The learning, happen to hear about the Jain Temple “The Chitharal” also called “The Chitharal Malaikovil” about four miles north of Kuzhithurai in Kanyakumari district was a Jain temple remade into a Hindu temple, along with my friend we headed towards…
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Memories of Her and Other Creatures
Short memoir I watch as she watched herself on a wooden pale mirror, that stood in front, which rarely moved as she spent most of her time being a lone person. The whole room has a memory of her, though she had lost hers. Every time the wind blew the curtains, it raised itself; stretched…
sanath 