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Posts from the ‘Issue 8/Here and There: The diaspora universe’ Category

Remembered alleys, forgotten darknesses

By Amitabh Mitra
To be free is all we ever need. The age-old streets at Johannesburg are the same as in Delhi. One reflected its own reflection of the conqueror and the vanquished and the other spoke of once rusted rivers, now barely an overcrowded thread. Each in its own way remembered their ancient strife; season in layers resented the estrangement of evenings and darkness.

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Odyssey: Prose poetry (Tanka prose)

By Shloka Shankar
The house seemed smaller all of a sudden. Perhaps we were one too many. Three generations huddled together under the same roof. I fondly trace old and new cracks on the walls and even find a few of my scribbles to my delight. Everything was just the same.

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