I was born with blood in the rice
I walked up the rice terraces one thousand times
I fed one million people with my thighs
My paternal grandmother, I called her Amma ji, had a tattoo on her right forearm, of her name, in Devanagari script: कौशल्या (Kaushalya.) I often joked with her that if she ever lost her memory and they asked her name, she could point to the tattoo…
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and now when it rains
bold, bubbly Kishore Kumar songs
chai, mandatory
I create dreamlike spaces in which I liberate racialized bodies from societal prejudice, from physical gravity...
did you hear me clearly? the ocean has lost its teeth. we have no more mystery. the ground is all disco ball and everyone's ass is out. we are partying on graves...
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