There was no graceful exit,
no tear filled fights,
no notes in livid ink
left to be seen later,
no arguments, no closure.
Unspoken, the words
hung motionless in the air,
stunned. ice-bound.
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Tikuli
Member Since: 10 Aug, 2015
Brought up in Delhi in a family of liberal educationists Tikuli is a mother of two sons. She is also a blogger and author. Some of her short stories and poems have appeared in print and in online journals and literary magazines including Le Zaparougu...
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