poems
Sajal Choudhary
poems
#18 in an year of mornings
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#17 in an year of mornings
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#16 in an year of mornings
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#5 in an year of mornings
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#4 in an year of mornings
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#3 in an year of mornings
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#2 in an year of mornings
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#1 in an year of mornings
stories
A couple of rasagullas
The bus to Hajipur was late by an hour. It was nothing new, or in that matter, exceptional. The woman and her son got down. The road crumbled beneath their feet. “Chaliye madam, badhte rahiye!” The woman, moved on; carrying her son in her arms. The boy never demanded much,
Things that I think about
There are quite a few things that I worry about, no that does not sound right, let me try again. There are quite a few things that I think about, a lot. Things that I keep getting back to, again, and again, and again. As a kid, the stars fascinated
essays
Why I feel like an impostor at times
I think the problems began the day I paid for a domain, the blog was no longer going to be at “sajalchoudhary.wordpress.com”, I had paid to have the “wordpress” removed. And that changed things. This was not just going to be an interest any more, I was a