Sunbath

    By Ayaan Halder

    The Sun today is a remnant of my mother

    and of a time when she hadn’t grown weary of me, and herself.

    And of clawing away at the orange peels 

    which spiraled between her fingers, 

    And then gathered at the foot of her bamboo-knit murha;

    which she had carried with her when she had slithered up the hills.

    And on which she used to curl up, 

    as if she were in her own womb.

    Come a cold winter afternoon. 

    murha – A traditional stool made in Assam usually using cane and bamboo sticks.

    Ayaan Halder is a poet, author and Doctoral Research Scholar from Gauhati university, Guwahati, Assam. His works have been published in various national and international platforms such as Sahitya Akademi’s Indian Literature MagazineThe WireThe Little Journal of Northeast IndiaKitaab Magazine, and Littera Magazine. His work mostly revolves around the coexistences and contestations in the day to day lives of indigenous and diasporic populations in India’s Northeast.

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