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The Story Of An Untold Paradise Kandarpur: Summers - Go Fish !

    The temperatures were rising, maybe a 100 to a 120 fahrenheit, the expression across the state of Odisha was that, "It's Hot !", while somewhere around 11.8 miles from Cuttack, things were looking otherwise for this one house out of 150 other houses. The reason wasn't good food, or great air conditioner, nor great entertainment gadgets, the reason was the experience of a lifetime.    For my Ajja ( Mom's father), what made him chirpier than usual were his kids and grand kids around his ranch during summer, the ranch, that he had built as a dream, thinking that some day in future, all his kids will stay there and would have enough room for additional innovations, if necessary. ( The things parents do for love..)   My Ajja was always an early riser since the days of his engineering education tenure, to when he joined the Indian Railways and served as a lead engineer for around 40-50 years of his entire career. (Respect to that level of dedication) To be honest, y

Who Am I

Is this you or Is this just Me..
That I am unable to see.
Closer to free..
So long on a tedious spree.
Tied to the mode..
Of self abode.
Is this who I am or Is this who I have become..
Hilarious to boredom.
Crying silly trying to be free Willy..
Pathetic emphasis..
In search of the lost Oasis.
Joining hands made of sand..
Quicker unwind.
Absolutely unkind..

Is this what I want to be ..
An incomplete caricature.
Of an unknown stature..
Revealing plausible myth.
Covered in a colossal sheath..
Deeper the dive.
The steeper the climb..
Breathing alive yet again.
Worried for future.

Thoughts By -

     Pratiksha Misra


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