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Riding Motorcycles without Licence

White sounds of unceasing rain land on the puddles that look like small lakes. Fish could live in them. My father-in-law is in the room with me, drinking tea and staring out the window. Tea, they say, originated in China. Has to be. I am restless as I sip, like I want to jump off the window and take a vigorous swim in the Arabian Sea frothing somewhere behind us. Riding Motorcycles without Licence
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Smriti Ravindra
Published at : July 21, 2018
Updated at : July 22, 2018 07:53


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