Tarun Cherian The Runaway Smile My smile walks away from me, Boards the train bound to Sakleshpur, claims its seat, Next to the mami (auntyji) from Malleshwaram, who pulls out a tiffin filled with murkus, Homemade which you have to say no to with salivating mouth, (Nowadays you know train thieves drug and leave you naked […]

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