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[Content Warning: Contains mentions and subtle descriptions of death.]August rain pellets my palm, bracelets my wrist, and trickles down the cliff of my elbow. I retract my hand to under the tree when lightning pierces the sky, awaiting the boom. The morning sun is the same yellow as my chrysanthemums, both glazed with delicate dew. Behind me, buckets of today’s harvest: roses, asters, lilies. My flowers are the only color this cemetery sees, the only color you see. Most days I wait by the rusted g...
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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