Yesterday, Delhi walked again. From Barakhamba Road, Connaught Place, ending at Jantar Mantar – streets I’ve walked on for years, sometimes freely, sometimes carefully. Delhi wore rainbows, slogans, and glitter. I saw familiar faces. Older activists. Survivors. People who have marched even when marching felt dangerous. But this time, the roads belonged largely to Gen…
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I saw the sun setting,Burning the sky,Manifesting my desires. Reflecting on my emotions,When I stood there,Holding tight to your hands. Let it bleed,Let the world see it flow,Let it slide down my cheeks, often. You burn,And come back like a phoenix,And we’ll fleet together like we always wished for.
ANKUR MONDAL 