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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


Sitting back as I layed down my head..
Cried profusely.
As a habit had bred.
Talking with..
Walking towards.
Laughing with..
Lying afterwards.
Frequent captures.
Innocent wait..
With shyness inflate.
Hilarious trait..
While tracing footsteps.
Magnifying dew drops..
As the face ripples.
Anxious encounter..
While lanterns..
Lit up the chapters ahead.
Dialects unheard..
Words refusing indulge.
With an only urge.
A habit too deep..
A habit to keep ..
A habit to forget me..
A habit to infer before you see..
A habit to dream…
While time seems to fly.
The habit has to go..
That habit has to know..
Because habits get addictive.
While you end up being repetitive.
Wiping away the tears as I stood up..
Peeping at the sky that bled.
Across the wide horizon.


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