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Jun 2, 2019

@The Agartala Airport

These Tribal colors are alluring. Bright reds interlaced with dark of the greens. The beads, the shimmer of coarse native silk and the anticipation of making a sale, in Pinky Das' eyes!

Madam will be very happy, she said. The stole will go well with the beads.

I keep buying stuff
Imagining
That someday you will walk in
And ask for them.

I keep living
Forgetting
That the leather case from last year
And the mustard silk batik from last month
Remain cocooned in their shells
Awaiting redemption
From their misery
Of being with me.

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