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A Wretchedly Beautiful Morning – Angel Maria Varghese

Amma’s lilies were in full bloom. You could see a rainbow in the puddles on the terrace, and my otherwise unruly, husk-like hair was...

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Resurrection

i have arrived at my altar. hark! i rise, i...

Stalking Prisons

The streets are empty with no one in sight, I check the big clock of the tower behind the basilic of Saint Francis of Assisi. It’s 2 o’clock on a mid-summer Tuesday afternoon. Everything’s shut. Everyone’s resting. My heart’s hitting the walls of its all so tight ribcage, as I need to cross the brightly lit square and go to the other side.
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