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Within Minutes… | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Within minutes it was gone
the rains
my element of surprise
my dashboard of sorrow
my springs of memories
it came dashing down these
corrugated hills, down their
slopes, hurtling into ravines, deep slopes and gorges
but they were gone, just as one thought the monsoons would lash. In
corridors I remember mackintoshes, and an Alsatian chasing our dreams in school. The rains then were thick skinned as we avoided their merciless rumpus.



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