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A Song of Parting

By Archita Mitra

We avoid each other’s eyes. The fly on the glass enchants me. He is riveted by my earrings; Silver little things that sparkle in sunlight, And dance with the wind.

Rip the bandage, Painful and quick!

“I can’t do this!” I repeat the oft told lie,

“It’s not you, it’s I.” He doesn’t look at me, But beckons the waiter: With an unsteady finger, “Bill please – We are done here.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

About the Author: Archita Mitra is from the Batch of 2016–18. She was currently the Senior Cell Coordinator of Marketing Research Cell and was a Godrej LOUD 2016 National Winner. Blog Address: https://mitraarchita1995.wordpress.com/

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