I forgot to sanitise my hand because love taught me to reach out without thinking twice. My mask came off because reflex taught me to…
Author: Amanda C. Tongper
Poet from Shillong
Members of my father’s house, languages mix like the marriage of clattering utensils. Members of the house, you folded your mats and gave yourself up to another religion. Members of the house, let us not pretend that we are one thing and one thing alone. Together we brewed in the cauldron of that kitchen or have you chosen to forget? We will never be just one thing again. Never again will there be enough to burn to purify the impure in us.