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Posts that do not fit anywhere else.
Stray thoughts on a train
The magic of a city at night, a faint light for a lost sailor and our vanishing rivers: stray thoughts that came to me on a train crossing the Jamuna Bridge.
Hospital table number eleven
A poem about an ordinary hospital table that has silently watched years of arrivals and departures, joys and sorrows, and prayers for one more chance at life.