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An evocative and surreal poem, by Chaitali, about a rain-drenched city, exclusively for Different Truths.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, are they only drops of rain? Or the skies raining memories, splashing nostalgia, opening journals of closed memories… lone evenings, shared umbrellas, waiting tramlines... broken trysts... sailing paper boats on lily ponds... a city drenched, like a watercolour on an artist’s wall...
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