though we die a thousand times
I can feel my heart used as a rattle
right before I start our lullaby
We're at once uncertain of tenderness
yet totally convinced of its ending
bitterly tracing all my sentences
to revolt, recovery, everything
It's Amma's 80th birthday today. I spent quite a long time at the temple. My sister made her a mango cake, I made her a kulfi with p...
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