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Tomorrow I will be going to mall where each line of lower and uppder zones are stacked with groceries. As many as I can lay eyes on and as many as options, I wish to switch between. 

             curling noises I remember the sounds of wild

What is there to think about, you can pick up snacks of any taste and type, though later allergies or season specification slowly and slowly works out to pick just the particular ones. Then there are products which are never on list but fills me with wonder to try them! There are electric cookers, curd maker, metal cleaners. It could be luck if I might impress my visitors with new skills I am gradually acquiring.

            toothless grin of a grandmother a combed corn


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Echoes, my new poetry book

Echoes published by Write India is recently released in September.  It has been an amazing experience to through them once again and truly as desired they echo through mind and soul.

Here is blurb at back of book:

Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

In such serenity I sit and think saturated with thoughts.  A woman speaking of in her element perennially devises how way further will be for her without the barriers of struggle.  Nature is succour.  One easily connects with primal action born of thought. As innate as vital energy of mind and body, the poems here touch aspects of womanhood subliminally.

It would not be in woods or meadows far reaching only through echoes, it would beat deep inside throbbing and touching through aspects of life.

A Poem from Echoes:

Cold winds with those dark clouds
on my sky are my aspirations
where horizon of blue sublime,
tiny corpuscles of lime,
from where I have sprung and this haste
do I even know the melody…

Again the Sky

First published on Literary journal.

Today showered again the sky I wondered if soaking the streets I choose to ignore.
Small leaves sprout and crawl inside me, branches spread out, straws are collected nests are created.
Lone pathway on feet speck of air or earth so full, and my own heart's silence in this moment's time.

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