Overwhelmed with the 5G changes, I dare not resist,
it's just that the town I grew up in doesn't exist.
(Read in caption)

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But they are wings, meant to fly, some in form of muses and some in name of liberation find their open sky.
So, when you hold their hearts, flutter by and map the whole universe with the wings,
why do you call them "broken,"...

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ସବୁ ସହର ର ଗୋଟେ ପରିଚୟ ଥାଏ, କଟକ ର ମଧ୍ୟ ଅଛି।
କିଏ କହେ କୁଆଡେ ଏ ଧବଳ ଟଗର,
ପ୍ରଥମ ପ୍ରେମ ର ରଙ୍ଗ ଭଳି, ଗୋଲାପି ନୁହେଁ ଧଳା । ସବୁ ରଙ୍ଗ ରେ ମିସି ତାକୁ ଟିକେ କୋମଳ କରି ଦିଏ।
ତ ଆଉ କିଏ କୁହେ କଟକ ସେ ପୁଅ ପରି ଯାହାକୁ ସିନେମା ରେ ଦେଖାନ୍ତି ଏକ ରେବେଲ୍, ବାଳୁଙ୍ଗା ଟୋକା ଭଳି, କିନ୍ତୁ ଭିତରୁ ସେ ଟୋକା ବହୁତ୍ ବେସି ଭଲ ପାଇ ଶିଖିଛି।

ହେଲେ ମୋ ପାଇଁ କଟକ ନାଲି କୋଠା ଠୁଁ ଆରମ୍ଭ ତ ନାଲି କୋଠା ଠି ଶେଷ।

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Kai dino se kuch likhne ka mann toh ho raha hai,
Par kya likhun?

Jo kavitaaein dard se nikal rahi thi
woh dard bhare-bhare se lag rahe hain.
Dobara khured na nahin chahti,
kavitaeein achi nikal rahi thi par dard achha nahin tha.

(Caption mein padhein)

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Half serving of dedication and a full heart.

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For you to understand, the poems talk about you.

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When the two minutes are ten minutes long.

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... You should see the animals though. The fierce competition in their communities to leave a mark on me. My trunk is covered with scars, less of humans more of animals, this time.
It's weird to see them declaring their territories. Sometimes I want to ask from me to who? Till which extent is a lion's territory? Or a bear's? Where is this other tree till which the territory extends? It's a different animal every day, where do the others go? I don't know. A little too far to find a finite existence to their territory, I guess.

(Story in the caption)

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Roars of people, clanking metal swords and shields, hooves of horses painting earthquakes on the ground, shrieks of the dead, rejoices of the warriors, thumping of their fists on their chests, on their enemies chest, every sound was distinctly recognisable. Some fading away, some finding a new path towards me. They were attacking me without hurting me.

(Read the story in caption)

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He looked at me before I indicated to him that it was for him. I ask if he can identify himself in this photo. After giving a good 5 minutes to the photo, a small, soft smile crept up his face. I wanted to know if i had guessed right. He placed his index finger at a couple of faces on the front row and started to identify them by their names.

(Read the story in the caption.)

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