Pinkikutty’s Echo of a Silent Night
Pinkikutty’s Echo of a Silent Night One moon, one sister, and a silence too deep I called him Chetta, my sun after rain,The one who lifted me on his shoulders,So even sparrows looked small beneath my feet.His pockets smelled of jamoon fruit,His fingers tasted of roasted peanuts and sugar,And his laughter was the swing that […]
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