THANK YOU (1961-1970)

When I was five on the Howrah -Kalka-Howrah mail so small so timid so afraid so “mouse” my trunk was packed my bedding roll my attache case I said a million good byes I wept my bedsheets as the Howrah – Kalka mail went “ khatkhat khatakat”towards the hills.. shunting at Delhi Station connecting with […]

Post Mortem (A cottonian)

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