From dust to dust, travel we must
whence once we stood like rocks
April but lasted fleetingly
December’s cold and long
Haunted by friendships untended
and loves that languished slow
Regret’s the slowest grain of sand
in an hourglass that can’t be turned
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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.
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