Sweltering high noon, I sit cursing whilst watching my blistering lips shiver. I watch myself through societal mirror of vanity. Time and time again, red dot that marks its space on my forehead, reminds of severely bloodied wound of every woman lost, puss-covered hissing hot wound that needs repair. Society, marriage, family, love – all […]
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ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 