This is for the three friends I lost a couple of years ago. In a flash. In a flash flood. Swept away. When death ceased to be a statistic. When life initiated me to death. When all I could do was wish that it was all a bad dream. When text messages brought in the news of a recovered body. When I grew up. When conspiracy theories became a way of life. When the love of life was not enough. When I was alone in a big city.
Subhankar. Arundhati. Swati. Three names now, eh?
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