weeping willow

swallowed
its tears
forgot
its sorrow
instead,
stood strong
and lent
comforting shoulder
for those
wanting
to cry.

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that light

not the morning sun
not the setting sun
but before
and after
illuminating
a dusty shade
a polluted stare.

is it that crazy?

Kolkata is a crazy place.
Its premier football clubs have different fish as mascots, and the price of these in the market shoots up or falls with a thud depending on which team is the winner of the match on a given day.

-P.G. Tenzing in Don’t Ask Any Old Bloke for Directions:
A Biker’s Whimsical Journey Across India.

(but that’s the one description i like from this book)