Looking Up
I realized recentlyThatIf you look up at a pine treeFrom a certain angleWith both of your feetPlanted deep in its shadowIts branches become never-ending.Standing there like that, you can seeHow…
Sophie Michel
A Dalit and a Brahmin
“I hear the lower castes are finding this lack of monsoons rather difficult for their crops,” droned Aashka’s father at their lavish supper (as usual), in the midst of her…
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