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Losing

Hashtag Kalakar
Jun 5, 2024
1 min read

Updated: Oct 2, 2024

By Tanisha Desai



It feels like falling down a mountain, right after reaching the  peak.  

It looks like an exam paper with a dismal grade stamped on it.  It smells like smoke coming from a harsh fire, burning and  destructing everything in its path.  

It sounds like a wail of self-pity and sorrow. It tastes like sour  broccoli, unwanted and left over for decades.


By Tanisha Desai



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