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Sound: Narotam Horn

 Excerpt. Petrichor (2015)

I remember overhearing that the sea has many voices. Is that what it is, out there? the sea, you know? can you see it? I wouldn’t be able to, but I hear the splashes and murmur of things wrapped in damp felt and thrown around. It’s like a bang on the door sometimes, but at other times it’s nothing. It sounds muted and brutal, so I’d rather stay down here. Though there’s cracks on either sides. See them? Maybe I could slide through, no? I don’t know, I think I’d like to stay exactly where I am. it’s new and it’s also been 30 maybe 60 years since I got here. It’s rather confusing, I think it keeps stretching and compressing around me. Here, you can touch it. it’s quite soft and pink but you stretch it a lot and it goes white and slightly shimmery. I think what happened, but that’s only hypothetical so don’t take my word for it- Is that at some point the cosmos and all the oceans too probably, they stopped  in one place. Then, this stone -it was so much bigger than me, like a big glossy bauble- it shattered all things. And those dazzling debris of love and rain fused and started floating.

 Petrichor (2015) 

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