Some times, all it takes is a ride in the metro to change your entire perspective on certain things. So why not go on a metro ride and speak to a stranger?
“That my dear is your definition. If you choose to define yourself thus that is going to be your lot.” Cantadora paused”... remember the design of the mother, daughter, wife or sister is chosen by you.”
A poem around the recent floods of Assam and Bihar - with a story from another devastating disaster, the 2018 Kerala flood.
Neha hesitated to answer. It had been almost five years of being on a break now. She had tried to work it out after Myra’s each significant milestone and had failed every time.
But, nature did not. The wails and the cries of the grieving mothers affected her. A change started soon after that. All the houses started birthing boys henceforth.
A grieving mom entreats the wind not to disturb her resting child, even though the thunder and rains come in too - a heartbreaking poem.
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