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Punjab wails borders turn red a storyteller collects letters left behind no stamps. no addresses. she hides them in bloodstained wells nostalgia becomes an antidote for amnesia. at night, the well overflows with tales flooding the city with memory. the radio comes alive asking are you listening? are you breathing?
Jaishree Kumar is a poet, a failed musician and a student journalist. She’s usually found at protests, curled up in between the barricades.
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