In your eyes, a 'once upon a time. In your
smile, the 'happily ever after'. In your goodbyes, a fairytale that almost was.
(On
looking up and seeing a luscious swathe of grey and then it passes on with no
rain.)
Bijoy Das looked at that little booklet in the drawer. He had heard it referred to as a "passbook" before. He had assumed it was s...
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