Deedle Deedle
by Junaid Ahmed Ahangar
Deedle Deedle My stomach, growling Am I documenting my own decay? I’ll forget I wrote this When I stand on my own two feet And I begin to whistle Deedle Deedle I will remember what Max Morden said in The Sea ‘My father used to whistle like that, am I turning into him?’ I must renounce the world or whistling. Deedle Deedle.. - inspired by John Banville’s The Sea
Junaid Ahmed Ahangar works as a doctor in a tertiary care institute in Srinagar, Kashmir. He graduated from Dhaka, Bangladesh and completed his MD from Srinagar, Kashmir. He also has an MA in English Literature and MA in Philosophy. He devotes his time between his profession and passions which over the last few years has seen a conscious departure towards writing poetry and prose. He is also a singer-songwriter and occasional guitarist with other interests apart from literary pursuits like music, film-making, podcasting and theology.
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