Prerna Lall

A mist or dew drop what was it? I still think of the days when it came; Like a flake of snow, it fell on me in an unknown land of peace. It was new to me: the land, the snow and the flakes But somewhere, the numbness was pure to me.…
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Raising my forefinger in sync with my head, I quickly plunge down my fingers with the heaviest force on the piano keys. The force was synonymous to the feeling in my heart if only I could release it. It didn’t produce the right tune,…
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