People are people are people are people…

With bleary eyes, I write to a far-off country.

I listen to familiar laments.

Broken hearts. Mourning love.

“Tell me, who is right or wrong?”

It’s not that simple my Yaar.

Who knew a telemarketing call would blossom into a friendship?

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