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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 PhD research scholar at Himachal Pradesh University, Shimla, India. She has written a handful of short stories and research articles. Her first story "Not Until She Gets It Back" was published in The Tribune, “Nomad” in Fiction Quest and her recent story "Standing on the 26th stair was published in prestigious The Statesman. Deepika has been working as a freelance content writer for a long time. An art lover, she has also worked as a teacher, and pencil sketching is one of her hobbies. Besides her teaching and research career, she has two art exhibitions to her credit.

3 Comments

  • Anshuk Attri
    5 months 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
    5 months ago Reply

    Wonderful lines

  • Anamika Sharma
    2 weeks ago Reply

    Deepika check your messanger.

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