9pm on a Saturday night

It was just before Andheri station

9pm on a Saturday night

The girl was holding back a yawn when their eyes met

She smiled disarmingly at him

His eyes shone in surprise

A moment of reaffirmation of warmth

In this tirelessly cold world.

Eid Mubarak

Dheeme se sapnon se jaagti hui zindagi, kitchen mein chai banne ki aahat. Subah ho rahi hai, Eid mubarak.


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Dhaba

Punjabi cholleyan di khushbu, naal poori tallan di awaaz. Do mukka pyaaz, te dur truck da horn bajda hove.


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Speak to me

Speak to me in whispers of the breeze,
in the dance of a monsoon tree,
in the wistful mists of a cloud,
in the golden caress of a sunbeam.

Speak to me in the poetic majesty of the Sagrada,
in the language carved on a frieze,
in the proud stillness of a campanile.

Speak to me in the boldness of the night,
in the audacity of the rain,
in the magic of the morning light.




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