eachother as a part of a stone paved path
or to find us held between the orange soda
and the Celtic blue sky besides those
miniature icebergs and those red and
white straws sucking the carbonated sighs
we would meet afloat in the ethernet
or in a slow and sweaty bus journeying
to the heaps of papers or flat screens.
That too is a beginning. Autumn comes.
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The author of 'Postmarked Quarantine' and 'How To Burn Memories Using a Pocket Torch' has ten books to his credit. He is a journalist, father of a four-year-old, illustrator, and an editor. His works have been translated into twelve languages and published across the globe.