Anitha pens a sweet and touching poem on moving from an old home.
The feast is over,
we tell the silverfish
and we raise a storm
of cleaning,
scouring old scars
that won’t go away
with the trickle
of tears…
A Little Wit. A Little Wisdom. Lots of India.
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