In exile, we eat forbidden fruits watching seagulls bathing in the sea, we stretch our arms engulfing sky in our palms, we grow out of our body and proclaim freedom, we walk through the fence, merging boundaries under our feet. We walk to the land where mulberries bloom, and guava leaves turn shy. It rains. … Continue reading In exile
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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