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T & T Story Writing Contest 2019-20

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June’s absence itched my eardrums, more than the shrill, piercing cacophony of the traffic underneath the flyover. It created a halo of silence around me — hell-bent on dismantling the ritual I was trying to inculcate: gorging on her freshly baked, dream-filled, sweet and pungent, crispy crepes of chatter. For long and never-ending quarter of an hour.Leaning against the railing of the flyover. Three days a week. The sun had already set in the western horizon leaving the sky pale gray. The traffic at the Maniram Dewan Road underneath was slow, and people jostled against each other on the narrow pavements while hurrying home from work or buying vegetables and fish at the makeshift market. The constellation of street lights, lit up a while ago looked like an array of dazzling oranges hung from invisible posts against the backdrop. I missed holding her hands, for that was the physical proximity…