Chasing Cars (i)

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The road glistens like fine silk,
grey and silver, an old sari
hung out to dry
on that familiar line
loping into the distance–
my insatiable need for a
different place.

I squint at water,
slide grief and hope
back and forth
across the smoky windshield.

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This picture was taken from inside the car on a rainy afternoon while travelling down East Coast Road near Chennai.

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