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| by Gulzar Translated by Tom Alter |
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books peep out from the glassed-in shelves of closed almirahs for months, now, we haven’t met the evenings we always shared, the books and I, how restless the books have become! how lovingly, how longingly the values, the joys they always spoke of — the relationships they told of when i turn a page, there is a sigh, a sob |
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