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Malovika Mukerji


In A Year of Burning, 1975

Just why do I scratch out these impotent words deface such immaculately virginal paper? Words are neither bread nor water syllables do not give shelter. Why then? Outside my window an exploding India cataclysms of nature, rape in the estuary heavings [...]

At A Resthouse, Near Jhansi

Circumspect, moon-white, an artifact of fear, rooted in sinister country five miles out of Jhansi, a resthouse, carelessly abandoned by the British. By day, desolate grasses blew, globed fruit dropped heavily to the ground; by night, the aged careta [...]