The Cycle by Gaurav Deka
She played the violin. Her delicate fingers spun symphonies of love from those fortunate strings that she plucked; music poured…
She played the violin. Her delicate fingers spun symphonies of love from those fortunate strings that she plucked; music poured…
You can read the previous parts of the story here After a few days, SK introduced Toots to Sumana…
Does it exist somewhere? Far ahead in the horizon? Does it exist anywhere? Far ahead of my vision? Was it…
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In the end, there are just a handful of people who really know you. Your parents, because they shaped you…
Continued from Part I and Part II. You can read them here Where was Toots? – And the knowledge…
Fried Eye notes- This poem is special to us. Why? Because it was made to order, on our specifications. And…
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Sunita Khaund Bhuyan, – an accomplished Violinist, a talented award winning musician, an MBA,a career woman, propagator of music…