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Tisha Ganguly
The corridor had
embellished its cemented skin
with a garland of doors.
She stared unblinkingly
as with each step forward
the garland coiled itself tighter
around the tethered walls.
Doorknobs glinted under the ethereal light
in invitation.
She appraised the doors
and the could be’s
that lay beyond them,
her mind whirling to the
desynchronised rhythms of chance
that played simultaneously.
The universe toyed with her,
cackling at her indecision
and guffawing at her determination,
for of course,
all doors had intertwined paths
and all paths
led to the same destination.
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