Be that man you know the one who will wake up wake me up with a bit of the night skies a slice of the moon glowing alive in his eyesand in his arms hold slivers of yesterday and today and tomorrow tied together in iridescent pieces and whisper about the caves we have...
Rukmini wills herself to stay lying on the sofa. Om, Om Shanti, she chants. The ghosts dance, screaming in a frenzy, wild shapes tearing at her eyelids, at her mind. Voices calling out as if to say, ‘Come with us. We have come from far; we will take you away. Come….’...
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