Picture of sun setting at Gandipet. Taken from the top of CDFD Students' hostel. Well that was an age ago when the campus was still in Gandipet
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The Receding Tide
In the moments before waking when the city was weaving dreams of concrete, the tide of the night receded and left in its wake creatures of the deep, forms from the void. On the sidewalk an oyster lay unopened, preserving a drifting dream from a land alien. The blanket in its filigree had trapped the night just enough for a home to thrive. A sardine gasped for breath in the last puddle of darkness on the pavement. Through the rancid stream of traffic had she waded in the night to sell the ministrations of love, And now she was exhausted. Two stumps for feet, the Barnacle, clung to the uninviting shop front. The incoming tide of day, promised salvation. For with the alms from the gratuitously generous could he unleash the stupefaction of the night, stacked in the bottles behind him.
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had lost its shoe
to probe her wetness.
Fingers hadn't
tousled her,
grabbed her
and then
let her run free.
Long had it been
since she
drifted into eyes
and had become
an irritant,
like a dream."
very unassuming.. love these surprises from my locality.