'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
What! You didn't mention me?Wait. Am I a poet? Yes. I once wrote a poem.And I am Indian. Indisputably.It's a good list, though :)
Lekhni: What list?!
Oh, I meant the names of the poets which appeared in your review :) I have never heard of Sudesh Mishra or Jane Bhandari or, let's face it, most of the others :( Looks like I need to start searching to check if they have any poems online :)
I got this for review too (and I mentioned your name in mine, hehe!). Hasn't been published yet. :)
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