(Published in Literary Zine: Spillwords)
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The colour of dew settles within the shadow of the town;
square sized boxes through the bamboo curtains seek out the slow pace
of how the buses move, how people are little less than incognito somewhere missing somewhere there
visible in a blink invisible in the next; and it’s all about
how we can catch things in between!
-Jharna Choudhury