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"Bougainvillea"
I am the girl, complete in the garb,
Of others’ vehemence,
But mostly my own.
ritumukherjee10
Jun 242 min read
“Sometimes We Need a Witness”
Your body and mind are exhausted from the week that sits heavy on your chest like the old mortar in your kitchen your grandmother left you. Sometimes you wonder if she shifted her own weight in that lifeless object, something for you to carry.
ritumukherjee10
Jun 233 min read
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