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The little river is brimming...brought into life perhaps.
Wild...wild and harsh after it was shrunken to death...
But They are Caught in between...
Dilapidated shelters..commensurate with their tragic,inglorious lives!


"Boi,khata,kagoj....."
City's scrap paper salesman is shouting his business cry..walking down the streets..
for a nickel and dime...But its been raining for a day or two!!
City is slowing down...an abrupt but perfect holiday..
A day to listen to the tracks...forgotten...
Makes no difference to Him.

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SUTIRTHA said…
gr8 composition.............

my interpretation:

frst para depicts a situation of draught or el nino......where barren lands, dried up rivers make life a living hell........

second para depicts the relief rain brngs wid it..........and also a small example of dual utility of paper

newspaper, paper are our necessities every day.........the same paper is a source of fun on rainy days( when e make paper boats)

luvd readng the composition sir!!!!!!!!!
dj said…
just proves the level of thinking power of this 21yr old boy...brilliant...i know such words of praise "Makes no difference to Him" but i simply had to say this...flawless composition..

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