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Ghosts
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Aditya Shankar Vacated houses are like old friends; stare at you with doubt. May be in fear of the owner, an unpaid debt, a ball which I had bounced on its walls. But, for every walk in that road, we stare at each other. The house has been plastered since, remodeled, and given a shining paint. But, i am sure, it still carries the smell of my sweat, the creepers infront of the house has curls like my mothers hair, the streetlights are still expecting a weary father to return home.
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