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/ June 29, 2011
They watched each other across the river, longing eyes avoiding the bridge they’d burned, neither one willing to build a boat.
Aduhi Chawngthu never quite fits in.
They watched each other across the river, longing eyes avoiding the bridge they’d burned, neither one willing to build a boat.
Aduhi Chawngthu never quite fits in.
The camera lay on the desk, forgotten, emptied of the wedding photographs. I opened the fridge and ate the last piece of the wedding cake.
Aduhi Chawngthu, Hyderabad, India. Loves to write and read.