Rajdeep Dhanuka Biography

Said the orange clouds at the horizon
They had to spend time
With the moon.
So they sang a lullaby for the sun,
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They say a lot,
He was not them,
But of a class,
Of those strange little men,
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And day today,
And day tomorrow,
The same street I walk
To work;
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'Next station is...'

His phone rang.
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There is something about these evenings. When I'm out and near the trees, there is a smell of winter in the air. When I walk too fast and feel warm, but there is no sweat. Maybe it's that warmth that it is all about. But maybe there is more to it.

It's like the memories of junior school, when a good part of the year had these evenings. When we would play out in the fields. And those one, one-and-half hours of play would be the soul of our existence.
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