Through the gaps between my fingers,
some strange flower blooms
carrying the scent of your kisses
buried deep within my dreams.
A bright ochre tells me sweet secrets
of words not said, of phrases not meant,
when shall we put an end, an abrupt stop
to the conversations never had?
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Ankita is a middle-class Bengali woman whose eyelids are painted with yet-to-be fulfilled dreams. An avowed reader, she only wants to learn and write in life.
