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"जब से तुम्हारे नाम की मिशरी होंठ लगाई है, मीठा सा ग़म है, और मीठी सी तनहाई है।" Salt, chilli, mint, cumin, different colours, labelled boxes, Damn it, but where was the damn sugar, Weren't her mornings bitter enough to ingest an obscure coffee, Thanks Dad, she chanted in her breath again, Thanks for marrying a bird to a somnolent vulture, No wait! Make that ostrich, a very bald ostrich, Who screamed like a hooker, and scratched like a dog, Who's the woman, him or me?! Can't easily recall if he ever gave an orgasm to me, Oh, and don't come about talking to me of kids, Maybe if I had a diaper wearing ass running around the lobbies, Who knows, I might have felt better to be wedded to a set of balls of three, None of which seem to devoid of sex, and sperm free, And who was that woman from next door who told me when I was five, That rich men, and four houses are enough for a lifetime? Stupid man, what was the point, When he couldn't even come to the cockta...