a paradise weakening in the mist as the signals of light are jammed the houses smelling of local herbs boiled in the saucepans filled with water saline lanes have leaves fallen uncrunched yet ailing and roads filled with boots and barood microphones are tapped and locked in rooms painted in tricolour- all shades of saffron then azaan arrives, whispers began[Read More...]
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