Two poems delve into the emotional landscape of being a primary caregiver for someone battling and recovering from breast cancer
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Rain was falling like a solace to the ageing city, which had been busy in and amazed at the decay that had set in. It felt that millions of rain Gods were born inside raindrops at that moment over Calcutta.
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