A poem on the day my sister and I were forced to grow up.
'In the memories of her adolescence / A desperate fly always tries to fly...'
She tries to heal. But the cotton balls that she put on her wounds after those dark encounters of childhood only grow with time.
A poem about dehumanisation of rape victims, loss of identity, a prevailing history of non-justice – as seen in case after case in our country.
The air is a little different this October 2.