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    • May 10
    • 1 min read

A Story

By Devika Bhattacharya



They open those wilted pages,

Slowly turning over uneventful days.

He wonders who saw her unwritten stories,

In the smell of incense lingering on the sheets;

The preserved, vibrant flowers and the doodles on the leaves.


By Devika Bhattacharya



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