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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

Shut Doors

Knock on the door..
Can’t wait to see it open.
The last time..
It opened with a smile.
A jump of laughter..
Holding her in my arms.
Was the best kiss after..
Why won’t it open today ?
People leave all the time..
Doors shut with left out rust behind hinges.
Flustered dust coughing out forced in astringes.
A deep cut oozes blood..
You look at it but it doesn’t stop.
A dumb struck truth said right infront..
With you refusing confront.
Hands get cold as you sit by the bed..
All night..
As the tears start to smother.
And all of a sudden you have the urge to smile
Giving up on an everlasting fear.
Eyes don’t want to meet..
While all day you fail to retreat.
Why don’t they talk?
Nor walk.
Or chase me after.
That’s what people do..
You run to them and they run faster without any clue.
Hidden behind doors..
Is the unknown chatter.
Of the one you mentioned latter..
Struggling to pick up an overflowing scatter.
Or pondering over thoughts which..
Don’t really matter.
So leave and stop knocking..
You are blocking the hallway..
As people out here aren’t used to seeing..
people stand all day.
Who they keep tripping over on their way..
While passing through shut doors.

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