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Srishti Yadav

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The WARMTH in the HAND - KNITTED "SWEATER" by Maa. The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

The WARMTH in the HAND - KNITTED "SWEATER" by Maa. The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

Durga Kannan

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Your warmth on a cold day Drops of water in a desert Fresh air in a claustrophobic space Raindrops to the parched earth The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

Your warmth on a cold day Drops of water in a desert Fresh air in a claustrophobic space Raindrops to the parched earth The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

Avishek Sen

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The warmth of December sun on an otherwise chilly morning reminds me of the productive long hours of sitting in the hostel balcony and practicing Maths and Physics problems prior to boards.. The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

The warmth of December sun on an otherwise chilly morning reminds me of the productive long hours of sitting in the hostel balcony and practicing Maths and Physics problems prior to boards.. The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

sanjana Bhardwaj

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Hope to come again The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

Hope to come again The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

CM Chaitanyaa

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The delightful moments spent... The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

The delightful moments spent... The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

Mahed Sadia

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A girl cuddled up.... In a warm blanket with a lovely pup, With loads of Colour and lots of luck, December feels like a Sunday's hug.... The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

A girl cuddled up.... In a warm blanket with a lovely pup, With loads of Colour and lots of luck, December feels like a Sunday's hug.... The December sun feels like someone’s kneading dough on my back. The December sun feels like a cup of honey ginger lemon served on my bed. T

The Incomplete Metaphor

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|| Cancer #1 || The day started off well enough. But it was the day in my dreams. Rapid eye movement had befriended me but I lost that chance thanks to my alarm clock. It stole the keys to my dreams, drove it like a race car and then a crash totaled my peace. I woke up, startled, trying to catch my breath which was flying away into thin air like the smoke from the cigar my mother had yesterday. This is how dreams change into nightmares. Kneading my eyes, I gazed out the window. It was raining. The pluviophile in me felt alive, and all my rusted love for rain started to grow. I felt like a child again. *CAPTION* The day started off well enough. But it was the day in my dreams. Rapid eye movement had befriended me but I lost that chance thanks to my a

|| Cancer #1 || The day started off well enough. But it was the day in my dreams. Rapid eye movement had befriended me but I lost that chance thanks to my alarm clock. It stole the keys to my dreams, drove it like a race car and then a crash totaled my peace. I woke up, startled, trying to catch my breath which was flying away into thin air like the smoke from the cigar my mother had yesterday. This is how dreams change into nightmares. Kneading my eyes, I gazed out the window. It was raining. The pluviophile in me felt alive, and all my rusted love for rain started to grow. I felt like a child again. *CAPTION* The day started off well enough. But it was the day in my dreams. Rapid eye movement had befriended me but I lost that chance thanks to my a