Piyali Mukherjee

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We must have come here from somewhere because we are not suited to this environment. We do not have wings, the altitude kills one out of every twenty or thirty of us, our eyes have grown accustomed to seeing in the clouds, but we have no special organ to help us along. Aerograd is a city in the sky, and we are not of the sky.
The Bread We Eat in Dreams
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