On the night when the pale Moon with its roundness appeared outside my window, I regarded it carefully. Like it was a leech feeding on my thoughts. The knife that I had used to scratch, the wood glinted like sunshine and reminded me of the red blunders I had produced on myself. It was a […]
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I like the sound of my own laughter on most days. It pierces the air around me, breaking the tiny shards of silence that make up one whole. On the days I do not like giggles erupting out of my mouth, I stare into the far distance and wonder why my own laughter is vexing. […]
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When I loved eating Junk food at the age of fourteen, I would always visit this food joint close to my house. It was almost always empty, with no bedlam or stampedes. I would place my order, wait, cross my legs, wait, and when my food would finally arrive, I’d leave, feeling as if I […]
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In my house, a cup of tea prepared by the 17-year-old me is appreciated more than my poetry. Strange women with magnifiers instead of eyes scrutinize what I cook best and when I will be of age. My mother lets them. My poetry book sits untouched because the women forgot their spectacles at home and […]
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There was a time when we tattled about life’s trifles and patriarchal tribulations over scones and coffee. Did you forget that time? Of course, you did. Because, now when I see you, you look like a petal that has been run over thrice by the hooves of a maniacal horse, like a sky that has […]
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