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contains some of my present and past poetry. |
| Only Love I was there getting hit by Cupid’s arrows, sharp and precise. During a cousin’s wedding the bride’s brother, a handsome youth, tall and dashing gate crashed into our quarters enquiring after the groom’s needs and of his family members. I was there by the door, he gently spoke about the arrangements. Through my twenty or so years, during high school and college many young guys, I’d come across. Yet, there was something different, totally captivating about the voice and the man. Yes, this must be the love of innumerable past lives, coming alive again for him, for me. Dropnote ▶︎ |