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Walking Across the River
One summer evening, the river strolled in silence.Guided by my hand, we trudged along —Me and I,Jointly striving towards a mutual aim:To bridge the gap of twenty one furlong.Amidst our solitude and pale desertion,The innocent river flowed, unaware of its divide.Its currents, with their own intent,Transformed desires into a steady, measured pursuit.Facing the river, I…
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Too Lucky to be Yours
I am thirty-two years old, comfortably ensconced in the role of a spinster, and reside alone in an apartment high on the eleventh floor, overlooking a cityscape that feels both confining and infinite. If you propose that I need a physical fitness program, consider this: I exercise daily through intricate mental gymnastics—evading straightforward answers, leaping…
Shamasis Bhattacharya 