Two turns and you’ve
stolen the rajai.

It is not so much
the cold I mind,
as that the privilege of
a sleeping you
is given to a faded,
threadbare cloth, which,
suddenly seems to me,
rather like the marriage –
stained, smelly and in need
of a thorough scrubbing.


6 responses to “Blanket

  1. Beautiful. I have to come up with some other word to describe what you write. But for now that will have to do. 🙂

  2. verry nice! (agree with neha, i love all your posts but feel stupid writing beautiful for each one of them. need to come up with something new!)

  3. Arre.. Very nice.. Very nice indeed!

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