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Still Waters, Deep Currents
Dido's Life is for rent, I didn't understand that song when I first listened to it, The oceans are vast, the sky infinite, All our eyes are one, borrowed, This body does not belong to us, Nor do any thoughts, Nor sensations, Nor ourselves, or experience, watching the vastness of the ocean, it is easy to see it as another, So are we, Another being, Watching the vastness of the ocean, the sky, Through the eyes of this rented body.
Sharmishtha Samal
Aug 211 min read


A couple summers ago
Poetry evenings. A glass of Merlot. This dress and the picture taken 2 hours before getting stuck in a 3m2 Parisian Elevator with a full bladder. Definitely not an experience I recommend. My neighbor's kids asked me if I needed snacks while I was in there. I think I just closed my eyes, and the hour blurred by. And so did the year, a few summers ago.
Sharmishtha Samal
Aug 211 min read


4.36 am
4.36 am But that's not when the picture was taken, or was it? One long waterfall, some goats on the way, Getting here was easy, going back involved a fight with a woman who said her husband let me take the way which passed through their house, and she was not going to let me out, Well, talk here, talk there, I came out; So, 4.36 pm, that is when the photo was taken, or was it? 4.36 am, 5 girls were born in the same town with the same name, or were they? It's 7.42 pm, and you'
Sharmishtha Samal
Aug 211 min read


The Catharsis of Monsoon
28.07.23 My back hurts, I taste anxiety on my tongue, alongwith my green tea, It rained today, an hour ago, Inside and both outside, This is the after-rain winds, either calling in more rain, or , restlessly leaving- the land fresh, humid from the catharsis of monsoon.
Sharmishtha Samal
Aug 211 min read
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