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Preeti Bhonsle
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Mumbai

Author, 27 Broken Footprints, Who Killed Linda || Strategy Manager, Zophop
Giving up smoking
Nano Published over 3 years ago

There’s not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
That’s easier to like than you
Or harder to forget.

You think that sound’s extravagant?
I haven’t finished yet –
I like you more than I would like
To have a cigarette.

– Wendy Cope, 1945

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He asked me why I don't open up
Short Published over 3 years ago

Like a strong dose of oxygen he jumped into my life. He gave me his words and he took some of mine. Slowly he started to care, hurriedly too much he shared. He would look at me softly in the eye, and ask me – what is the reason, why are you so shy? I could not look back, I could not look up, I would just be quiet and I would just smile.

He asked me often, why don’t you open, why don’t you open up? I would take his hands, I would place them in mine, I would let him hold me, as I slept by his side.

I let him hold me, I let him take my words, he did not know but I had already opened up.

He told me then he did not love me,
he walked me to his door and softly kissed me.

I see my words crumble,
Into the elevator as I stumble
In my head I hysterically laugh
this is the reason why
I don’t open up.

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Will be, perhaps
Nano Published on @win-a-kindle over 3 years ago
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Feb, 2016

Living in a state of constant wistful despair, perhaps, will be my destiny, said the traveller.

Longing to be touched by you, will perhaps, be mine, whispered back the horizon.

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It was a sweater made for two
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Feb, 2016

It was a sweater made for two. The outside pink,
the inside blue.

He often wore the blue when she used to be in his arms,
in their balcony near the snow clad mountains,
the two of them having tea, talking love and
dreaming about the future.

Now he is gone, and she sits alone, having tea and
remembering his love; the pink on the outside and the
blue inside, touching her like he used to.

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A 10 line story
Nano Published over 3 years ago

I love you.
No you don’t.
Yes, you are right. This is just about your money.
No, I don’t think so. This is about your father.
He loved you.
It is his money.
You killed him.
You helped me.
You know what he did to me.
It wasn’t just him.

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