24 July, 2019. Effervescent. -------------------------- This air has a persistent feeling of death. I can hear cries of mothers. Their wail is loud enough to choke the molecules around my ear yet I keep my eyes on the wall and watch the bricks falling. Sitting inside a home feels worse when spring is falling asleep. … Continue reading Effervescent
Poetry
Reclaiming my identity
My identity is a mid-summer crisis when water becomes a secular issue, but nation wants to focus on the woman in burkha who stole two buckets of water from the neighbouring tap. You see it's not the water that bring us under the same roof, but the clothes we wear. I am an Indian.(loudly) and … Continue reading Reclaiming my identity
The Poetic Elixir 
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