My Room at Upstairs and a Shy Boy

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Nostalgia isn't enough expression for the thing, you mostly hated in childhood. I had this room. Upstairs. It was a prison to me. And funnily, now it is on me. Whenever I'm back in village, I sleep within it, with a ghost of my past.

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Abhik Chakraborty

blogs from New Delhi