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To the coffee shop, the backstage, the geography practicals,
to Trio.
To Dyuti, Niloo,
house championships and charades, to
song writing and scattered mango-chutney noons
dripping silly war-reporter dreams.
To S,
to playing 'camp' under hitched-up tablecloths, to
not knowing what lay behind her chip-tooth smile for
many many annual-ends.
To the girls from Naini trip,
to Sonika, her Mohrni song
and our fern-leaf, hail-cone adventures.
To stage productions, saree-converse,
lunch time max oranges.
To loving faces and places, to
not knowing
that I'll never look at them (the same way)
again.
To the coffee shop, the backstage, the geography practicals,
to Trio.
To Dyuti, Niloo,
house championships and charades, to
song writing and scattered mango-chutney noons
dripping silly war-reporter dreams.
To S,
to playing 'camp' under hitched-up tablecloths, to
not knowing what lay behind her chip-tooth smile for
many many annual-ends.
To the girls from Naini trip,
to Sonika, her Mohrni song
and our fern-leaf, hail-cone adventures.
To stage productions, saree-converse,
lunch time max oranges.
To loving faces and places, to
not knowing
that I'll never look at them (the same way)
again.
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