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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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