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    • Sep 16
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A Lover's Quarrel

Updated: Sep 20

By Shibani Narang


Over breakfast one windy morning,

As my scarf did a jive,

You looked at it and quizzed-

"Is it the one we bought at the night market in Goa?"





I meticulously sliced my omelette,

Took my time as I chewed…

Nodded to the words you had spoken in days,

And made a mental note to put away the rhythmic perpetrator.


By Shibani Narang




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