“Woh mujhe dabana chahte thay. Dafnana chahte thay. Woh bhool gaye ke main beejh tha”


“They wanted to burden me. To bury me. They had forgotten that I was a seed.”


The Mole

The first thing I see

when I greet myself in the mirror

is the small brown mole on my nose

that is more oval than circle,

almost in the middle but more to the right.

almost invisible but not quite.

And on days when I am too tired

to look any longer

that mole is all I see.