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Mother is a collage of at least three things—a desire to create history,
a desire to stay away from history, a desire to be carved into history by
others. Like all women who effortlessly recombined these things, she, too,
harbored a hole inside. A hole that some preferred to call loneliness. But
Mother didn’t. Precisely because no one could ever ascribe shapes or colors to it. But this hole had both.
— Jun 17, 2020 01:13PM
a desire to stay away from history, a desire to be carved into history by
others. Like all women who effortlessly recombined these things, she, too,
harbored a hole inside. A hole that some preferred to call loneliness. But
Mother didn’t. Precisely because no one could ever ascribe shapes or colors to it. But this hole had both.
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A courtyard is neither a home nor a street.
A threshold to write against
what’s inside: walls, dining tables
beds, closets, porcelain tea sets
and the claustrophobia of familiar
faces in every corner.
— Jun 20, 2020 09:30PM
A courtyard is neither a home nor a street.
A threshold to write against
what’s inside: walls, dining tables
beds, closets, porcelain tea sets
and the claustrophobia of familiar
faces in every corner.
Rakhi Dalal
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THE WALLS OF THIS HOME
A faint attempt to trace my fingers along these walls; too many pasts to
unembrace. Too many catastrophes breathing through each others’ mouths, trying to erase the inevitable prequels and sequels. Yes, we have left behind our child-brides hanging from the barbs on the wires.
— Jun 10, 2020 07:12AM
A faint attempt to trace my fingers along these walls; too many pasts to
unembrace. Too many catastrophes breathing through each others’ mouths, trying to erase the inevitable prequels and sequels. Yes, we have left behind our child-brides hanging from the barbs on the wires.
Rakhi Dalal
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"the doll’s head is an uncharted city. A house purged
of dolls overflows with cautionary tales, oft-repeated. Repaired
into proverbs: early to bed early to rise, honesty is the best policy.
Listed wounds, chanted in hushed undertones: blistered
remembrance. A grandmother wakes and finds several
little girls inside her sari pleats. A mother breaks a long word
right through the middle—toitombur—into two.."
— Jun 09, 2020 11:06AM
of dolls overflows with cautionary tales, oft-repeated. Repaired
into proverbs: early to bed early to rise, honesty is the best policy.
Listed wounds, chanted in hushed undertones: blistered
remembrance. A grandmother wakes and finds several
little girls inside her sari pleats. A mother breaks a long word
right through the middle—toitombur—into two.."
