Published in MUSE INDIA / ISSN: 0975-1815
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Rustles swept silent
under flat brown leaves
pinned by monsoon.
Mynahs pecked
on the ground
dead bodies of once alive insects.
One one pellet on the rope
met and fell
like lovers.
A creak
from the bamboo bush
reminded me of grandma’s knee.
The letter on the table
took the direction of wind
and said goodbye.
The bogori tree shed
stomach curling odour,
in-between umbrellas walked.
I carried home
feet colder than rain
(most importantly
your absence).
-Jharna Choudhury
