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The metro I take to work, the polluted air of Mumbai, the faces I smile at and the faces that don’t smile back— they are stained a coffee-brown. The same color as old pages and medieval fables. The lives lived in abandoned childhood homes. Memories turned cinder. The air inside the all-women compartment threatens to asphyxiate me; smoke whisks into oxygen as cigarettes burn against already scorched fingers of these strangely familiar women surrounding me. The...
I wouldn’t call it hate; I simply envied the little girl waiting outside the Operation Theatre. Extracting the tumour was laborious. My arms were lodged into position so firmly that I reckoned moving them would inevitably cause them to fall to the floor, dragging my body weight with it. So, maintaining my arms in the same awkward position, I compelled my feet to carry myself to the sink, washed off the smell of rubber gloves from my hands with hospital-scented water, and closed my eyes for a much-needed rest....
Aesha (she/her)
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