He stood in the crowd Head held high, shoulders slouched The music loud, stoned, fade out Curly hair, smoke and pout Floating  memories buried in mist Wonder, here and now Or the lanes that once did exist Sweat dripping down Deep dark frown Yet the misfit does not bow Mindless, tasteless, screamin’ Brooding eyes taking …

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Dear Dadu

He gives me a warm tight hug. The blue veins on his  bony hands distinct and bulbous . The creases on his face deepen as he breaks into a smile. He lets go after several seconds. The smile still in place. “Do take it from your Dida. I am in a hurry. I was waiting …

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