It’s strange watching this woman, my grandmother of the hunched back, chinaware bones and narrowing shoulders, this renegade who can count one more generation she has married off for every …
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shruti rao
Watch over the ginger boiling in the kitchen, your epiglottal bile, the regurgitating sink, the revolutionary protests of pipes. Free fall into slaloming sleep, navigate the mutilated men and mutinying …