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By: Deepanshu Chhabda | Write-For-RedPaper

I picked one from that pile.
Flipped some pages, got engrossed.
Start was funny, I read further,
Marked my phrases, made it mine.

I got bored in between,
Didn’t complete it.
But something changed,
Something got displaced in me.

Again went to that pile,
Searched for my next one,
Start was funny, I read further,
Marked my phrases, made it mine.

This time, I reached the end.
Those lines got stranger though.
Placed it in my box, kept it closed.
Became hollow now, no stories in mind.

Went to that pile, picked one,
Didn’t flipped, didn’t expected.
Reached the end, nothing marked yet.
I absorbed all of it.

That one is in my hand,
Her hands mingled in mine.

Feature Image: Gentleman’s Journal

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