Late Papa’s Decaying Cottage Chest beating at your throat Sunlight flapping its butterfly wings, Somersaults to six summers ago. Car rides with Kishore on our lips, Maa’s shidur splashes and blue, blue monsoons tucked in red powder puffs. But the next second, life is all soaked – শোক-ed in Sea of dramatic ivy All-consuming essence …

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