The tiny driblets
of the perturbed rain
cohered to the
serene window,
revered it's placid
opacity too.
The gust draped him
with
a frisson of the
yesteryear
(entombed memories!)
when the red bangles
clinked from the
untouched manuscript
of love.
-from the Red Bangles and other stories.
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