It has been a few months since I shifted — from a place where mornings and afternoons and evenings and nights were indistinguishable from each other to a place where the paucity of evenings consumes me.
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Prosaic View from a Balcony
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It has been a few months since I shifted — from a place where mornings and afternoons and evenings and nights were indistinguishable from each other to a place where the paucity of evenings consumes me.