Godhuli Nanda
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Friday games
Fridays bore their own peculiar rhythm. On ordinary days, the boys were ferried to and from school by their fathers, neat rituals of suburban routine. But Fridays belonged to an interstice — fathers preoccupied, duties handed to Mishra Uncle, who hovered at the bus station with a perfunctory guardianship. More important to Prayag and Tanay…
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Questions Questions
I am a victim of an existential crisis these days. Somehow my well thought out solution to life has been reduced to something of an enigma wherein there seems to be no question at all. Let me explain. The enquiry always pertained to a version of, what is the point of this life. To which…
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What we are made of
Asked for a little time, and how bruised we got, all bryne.They nodded in agreement, and enquired would later do? Heart on verge of rot, lips murmured sure, why not. Have already waited some, couldn’t we string for just a little more?The later came and went, bloody eyes changed seasons rampantFor them, the later never came, maybe for creatures as we, no warmth…
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Is this a simple night?
My eyes swelled up and my fingers slipped slightly as I continued a rhythmic motion of making almost-perfect lacerations. A gush of hot air sizzled next to me as I increased my somewhat leisure pace. With a quick movement with the arc of both my palms I gathered and spilled the onions into the hissing…
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There you are
I unlearned, this year. Many years before, as I strain my mind to zero on to particularity, I realize I was in my truest and purest form of happiness and contentment. My thought therefore begged the question regarding the point of change. After several days, maybe months of thinking paved my way to some ambiguities,…
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Anatomy of spirit
The voice started when she was just a child. It was reassuring and so close. It told her things of things which would be. It were splendid and good but slightly small and meek. So, she made it her friend. She listened to it and for a great moment it was perfectly right. It took…
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My husband and the years
I met my husband for the first time when we were twelve years old. And our first meeting left me surprised, flustered and mildly unimpressed. Over the next two years, I saw peeks of him in our school, not quite often though. But, whenever he used to see me, he would smile. At first, I…
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Foolish Glory
The ovations do a round and the lonely little squirmer within you, patted down. Hush, another says and you stand down. The eyes of others, golden proud and in sinks your heart. It’s a lie, you whisper about. But the other gloats a little, satisfied and sound. You unclench and unfold, clenching the commendations into…
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Once upon a time, a tired body had a dream
My painfully sore arms dragged the fabric engulfed heavy body, whilst, my brain growled with fatigue. A minute more and any soft surface could have been wed to me in a gleeful ecstasy. My feet sang and my eyes spilled red thorns. My breathe labored and I smacked my lips moist every now and then.…
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Unsung Lullaby
She sang into his ears, epic tales of dragons and kings of treasures and tussles. He listened deep. She rocked him and he rocked along. Her hands caressed his brows and head, she whispered endearments of love and warmth. Soothed, he felt. He lay safe, as he lay on her lap. The tears forgotten, the…
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