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			<title>A Tribute to the Monsoons in Kolkata</title>
			<description>Kolkata is known for its trams, British architecture, yellow taxis, football craze and love for the local Mohan Bagan team and Durga Puja festival held in October. These elements are captured here.</description>
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			<title>Soul Searching by the Ghats of Benares</title>
			<description>I woke up with the sound of a splash nearby.With a blurred vision trying to come to terms with the present, I sensed I was floating in water. I didn&amp;rsquo;t understand why, though. Beside me were some garlands and a mass of ash, floating leisurely, touching my skin on their way. As I tried t..</description>
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			<title>The Prussian Blue Kite</title>
			<description>A perfect breeze and a crystal blue sky,Speckled with colors of kites, flying highA little beyond, the rainbow smears its colorOn the Prussian Blue Kite that glides in valor.The crowd beneath rejoice and cheer,As his master tugs his tail and he soars up higher!No time to waste, no moment..</description>
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			<title>Bonita</title>
			<description>I remember the night you walked in, in your heelsYour stilettos echoed and your red skirt jitteredYour moves were strong and you did not keelThey thought it was your Ouzo, and the crowd natteredAs I dowsed in your grooves when you danced on the floorI saw the little drop in the corner of y..</description>
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			<title>Scent of a Stranger</title>
			<description>A waft of breeze touched my face. A puff of scent filledmy senses. You brushed my hand, Gently, as you walked passed.I turned. Tranced. Bewitched.My eyes followed. I saw you over those busy shoulders.Your blue shirt. The Khakee pants. I Dazed!I wondered. My heart wandered.Will you care t..</description>
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