Translated from the Hindi by Aparna Anekvarna.
the abode of seasons remain vacant
people dwell within walls and doors.
—Sheen Kaaf Nizam
This time, she was dead serious about it. The day had been dripping-wet and that particular colour of the season did not mean anything to her anymore. She felt the pain shooting beyond its threshold. It caused a kind of short-circuit in her brain-wiring.Read more →