Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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You’re asking me The color Of A broken heart? I’d say It’s still red That is Minus The Ebullience, Vibrancy And Ex...
Quite the sensuous image! I can imagine how hot it must have really gotten :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Shailaja. I am glad that the image comes across.
DeleteAlmost tempted to cut to a duet! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you Anusha for your encouragement.
DeletePears and coconut oil. What a combo! I felt I was watching an Indian romantic movie.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kalpana. It is pleasure to hear such positive feedback.
DeleteA very Indian scene beautifully captured. Almost part of a novel
ReplyDeleteThank you Jasbir. I am so happy that you liked it so much.
DeleteI can hear that cooler buzzing.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds good.
DeleteThank you Cynk.
Very relaxing and soothing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Teri.
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