The Events 

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You saw it from a distance
I smelled it around

You took a step
I saw it coming towards
Towards,
A bit of you
A lot of me

The sky wore an unusual cloth that day
You saw it dying
I saw a shadow on it

You threw it away
I took it with me.

– Kritika Vashist

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The Routine

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Color of the sky changes
from blue to grey to black
the wind that had resting
like a hope in some corner of the room
finally blows and swipes off the grime.
I had reached home late tonight
I did it all again, like everyday
I tried to ask the routine
and wondered if that is
how it is supposed to be
I walked a bit slow,
waited to catch another train
I passed a smile to the woman
who seemed to be doing
all again, like everyday
Her stiffness in expression
told that she had learned the routine
unlike me, she was prepared.
A few drops that earlier fall lightly on me
are now dripping down fast without spaces
I hear their sound,
I wonder if they are trying to hush the wind
I notice the wind pushing them
but each raindrop together
makes the dust to settle down, and now
I have this sight in my eyes, not the dust
But it doesn’t rain everyday.

-Kritika Vashist

Musings

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“आधे तुम
और आधे हम
चलो कोई एक काम पुरा करे”

“Aadhe tum
Aur aadhe hum
Chalo koi ek kaam pura kare”

English translation: (By Himanshu Bhatnagar)

“Unfinished halves are we sundered
Let us together be completely rendered”