Narayan kaka’s observant eyes did not miss much. As he cradled his nephew of a few hours lovingly in his arms, he noticed that the bundle of joy, kicking freely on being delivered from his mother’s womb, had a tiny little…
The irony was so stark that it could not be missed. That is, only if you had the courage to step out of the sanctuary of home while the old city was burning in the throes of a communal riot.
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The cracks in the brown earth Overwhelming and stark So misleading, so deceptive Can make you wonder Is a spark in my hearth?