Like the book, with page 145 folded, lying on the couch...the diary and pen near the pillow...like the pins that clipped my hair the day before, on bedside table and the glass in which I had tea yesterday on dressing table along with unfolded and uncased pair of spectacles...like clothes on bed and scarves thrown in the almirah -- my belongings, like my thoughts, remain scattered all around these days.
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