borrowed breath

a haibun

Priyanka Srivastava
Nov 5 · 1 min read
illustration by author

I could see the kids going to school on scooters wearing masks, the masks were colourful ones maybe to make them look attractive. During my stay in Delhi the air had become toxic and I could see even those affected were okay with it because they know that’s how breezes are in October and November.

I asked the shopkeeper for one mask for myself and walked away, few kids were selling rangoli…

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with too many things in my head i write to sort it all till the sky is empty and there’s no poetry

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