These poems were engraved secretly on scattered papers one lazy evening surrounded by the mist. They are born from Manikarnika where the ashes that had accumulated on the shoulders for years were brushed off on the pages in front of the endless flowing Ganga staring at it... It is a collection of poems that happen to us like stories. These are mirrors...
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