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Acts Of Home

It’s been five days, eighteen hours,

Thirty-two minutes and fifty seconds

Since we’ve been staying at my parent’s.

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Vanilla Ice-Cream

Donuts and coffee was our go-to snack.

Well, the coffee was for me and the donuts were for you

Except, I’d get a bite of your donut

And you’d never touch my coffee.

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Colouring

He sipped on double espresso while the sky wasn’t yet struck by sunlight. He was dressed in a crisp white button-down paired with a pair of lightly plaid khaki pants tapered at his ankles that stayed on his waist with the help of a walnut brown leather belt. The back of his neck was plastered with droplets of cold water that fell off his washed hair. He smelt of musk flavoured cocoa – odd in theory but intriguing in practical. The one-day-old stubble brought more shadows to his jawline, bringing out its sharpness. He liked to sit outside, next to the benches, on the smoothened rocks. You could see rays bounce off the marigold here and, the wind danced to ballads in ballet.

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Mail For You

The receptionist called a few minutes back

Informing me about a mail for me.

The calendars weren’t marked and,

There wasn’t any celebration nearby. received 

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Sandalwood And, Jasmines

It’s a quarter from seven

And I don’t feel her

Beside me.

She’s left the chiffon

Over the windows

Just to let the sun

Tease me.

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I’ve got two blue shirts folded in front of me on the bed covered with black as I fold the third. I’ve let the chiffon curtain fall over the window letting the orange dance into the room. I stop midway as I stare down at the pattern and memories printed on it. I can feel the five o’clock warmth wrap itself around me but only through the sweater of fifteen months ago. I gently trace the polkas and kalkas, afraid to erase the memories yet trying to reach them one more time.

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