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A Purposeless Sunday Morning
I had met her at a poetry reading session. She was taking small notes in her journal, sometimes switching to Kannada. During the Q&A, she asked the very question I had been about to ask and quoted a book that lit up my curiosity. I passed my journal to her in a quiet gesture, asking her to write down the title. She wrote it down neatly. After the show, I had to rush to get the poetry book signed, but not before I'd had the presence of mind to ask her for a social media handle
anasuyaray
Mar 162 min read
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