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The Town

That town was contaminated with hot and scented air,

Scented with the fragrance of Arabian Jasmine, but this town

This town was away from the fantasy world of Arabian nights,

Here nights were rather heavy, heavy with what people smoked

Pain was not a part of this town, they felt not even happiness

This town was contaminated with hot and scented air

About Author /

Deepika Rai is a writer, painter, and researcher. Her short stories have appeared in esteemed publications such as The Statesman and The Tribune. With over a decade of experience in painting, she has held four exhibitions and sold more than a hundred artworks. Deepika has also contributed to the world of theatre as a set designer for the play The Doll. Research remains a daily pursuit for her, with a focus on gender studies. Art has always been at the core of her life, and she is currently dedicated to the philosophy of liberation through art, embodied in her project’s tagline, “Ab Jeevan Ki Palette Tumhare Haath.”

3 Comments

  • Anshuk Attri
    4 years ago Reply

    Beautiful words, Deepika.

    > Pain was not a part of this town, they felt not even happiness

    That’s how depression is for a lot of people. Emptiness!

  • Anamika Sharma
    4 years ago Reply

    Wonderful lines

  • Anamika Sharma
    3 years ago Reply

    Deepika check your messanger.

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