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Author: Manoshi Bose
Manoshi Bose is a postgraduate in Analytical and Medicinal Chemistry and began her career in the pharmaceutical industry. However, her long-drawn clandestine affair with the written word just refused to die. After traveling the length and breadth of the country with her man in blue (Air Force, not Cricket) and dabbling in various fields like teaching, medical transcription, and content writing, she has finally decided to give her love for writing the time it deserves. As an empty nester currently living with her husband and five dogs in rural India, she believes there's ample material for her to tap into.
Life’s Rolling Mobius Strip
Rolling Mobius strip, future, present, past! Seconds, minutes, hours tick Ma’s scream crescendos, baby wails at last Dad smiles, cameras click A new family! Holding
Gone: A Stray
Hungry and tired the roads they roam Born unwanted, no place called home Bred they were for a human need They served so well, but
The Enigma That’s A Seed
A seed Tiny bead Secrets I hold In Cotyledon folds On life’s threshold Keeper of generations three Past, present and me! Sunny kisses, cradle dewy
The Simple Life
Bhoori had been waiting all year for Holi. Since the season changed and the nights got warmer, Bhoori’s best friend, Butbutia, too conspired with her
Let Her Scream
Let her scream her truths, not lies nor myths Underline, demarcate, castigate each attempt, each attack, each success Let her raise her voice high, not
Dandelion Wishes
For that rush of footsteps tenderdandelion puffballs awaita gentle blow, the breath of life, chortling children renderLovers unsure of pending fatePining hearts and quickening breathExhale
Fault Lines
As the lights out bell rang on Saturday night, all the girls in the 3 dorms would be heard yelling out bedtime greetings to their
