By
Shriya Upadhyay in
Stories |
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I never hoped to come here again, walk the same old paths spread in front of me like carpets that haven’t been dusted since ages. Nothing changed in this town, the vintage shops still stand, the river still flows through the same creek me and friends once used to play at and there is still a faint Read More...
Published on Feb 27,2021 01:08 PM
By
Shriya Upadhyay in
Poetry |
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--Insecurity--
I look at myself in the mirror,
'you have changed so much' I said like someone who was expecting a reply.
Fiddling with my toes, locks of hair tugged behind my ear, she was budding on my body as pores of hair growth.
Lingering on my lanky shoulder, we met at the crux of breaking, we Read More...
Published on Mar 28,2020 03:09 PM
