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A Tug Called India A quiet tribute to the Tricolor, capturing the deep, instinctive bond between India and the heart of its people. Wherever...

Saturday, June 6, 2026

Where I Cease

Prompt: "The End"
My response to an American cinquain challenge—finding not a conclusion, but a continuation.

I cease.

And we begin.

Beautifully woven,

our patterns fusing together.

Postlude.



Linking with Ronovan Writes


Welfare unto all 

Rab Rakha 



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