'Pranaya Vilasam': the flush of first love and when life flushes it down
What’s first love if not a fleeting aural bird that wings into a destination unknown, unfettered by life’s crushing weights of circumstances that, in the name of known stability, are anchors that stick deep and steady on the bed of relationships that sustain but not necessarily breathe? While that bird circles in an unseen stratosphere, we wait for a glimpse, caged by our obligations, if only to…
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