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Nightfall (Part 1)

For me, Delhi meant boys. It’s not about domestic exclusivity, the drawing of boundaries- it’s a love that is found in the streets, in dark corners late at night.

Poem : Sundays With Romila

She treads like a whiff of wind Vandalizing scattered newspapers Slithering over a dozen novels Zipped boots and long skirt Crop top and summer hat Romila strains to find her cologne Winter sighs at stark defiance.
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