From a leaf in Paati’s diary, 4.12.1943 Learn to stop them mid-waylike pranayama,hold them until they......

Custodians of our Stories Night arrives, bare foot, slathers the ledge of our window....

We have entered a house that floats on water.This is where we must live from now.We......

I was in excess of this order, more than bones I was arteries...

kintsugiazure watersfill the cracks of my poemsI healI heal...

On my first day of boarding school I met a wolf Seven years old...

Woman,with her powerful weapon,voiceis a riverwithout shore...

Tanka shiuli flower trembles in the night breeze and perishes at dawn...

I had a black skin once, but I took myself to the edges...

I(i.b. Reena Saini Kallat’s Saline Notations) And she imagined herselfdrawing an alpana outside her homereleasing salt......