Ramanujam Parthasarathy Biography

The stick slipped,
He was about to fall,
But his crony crutch supported him
With her fragile frame.
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I knocked gently on the door
‘Come in, ' he said.
I pushed the door open,
and a sharp, cold air from the air-conditioner
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It was a malformed face
with a twisted mouth,
made worse by
a fixed smirk on it.
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