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Oct 2016
Cleaning vessels conversing with the black lady
Standing outside her kitchen window
Sharing her loneliness to the lady visiting her consistently
At times of breakfast else at times of lunch
Continuing her non stop flow of grievances
When the lady consoles her with two words , "crow,crow!"
Sometimes I used to talk to crows and I believe they can understand our conversation..it happens to many of us
Prathipa Nair
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Prathipa Nair
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