WE VIEW - SUNDAY
Somrita Urni Ganguly, our Guest Editor for this issue of WE VIEW from Women Empowered- India (WE), gathers together poets, artists, musicians & writers to take a look at those 'Sundays' - bygone and present, whose memories linger in the heart... her SUNDAY emerges in translucent dream-like colours, to the soft tinkle of invisible guitar strings...
Somrita Urni Ganguly, our Guest Editor for this issue of WE VIEW from Women Empowered- India (WE), gathers together poets, artists, musicians & writers to take a look at those 'Sundays' - bygone and present, whose memories linger in the heart... her SUNDAY emerges in translucent dream-like colours, to the soft tinkle of invisible guitar strings...
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Red Sundays
4 August, 2019: Sunday.
Reconnecting. Connected. Reconnecting. Connected.
Fifteen minute long, interrupted conversation.
The only thing which I remember is your promise of, "I will talk to you later."
16 Sundays since 4 August, 2019.
I hope you can keep your promise soon.
I have often wondered if the man outside the GTB Nagar metro station,
selling Kashmir Fresh Red Apples,
might one day bring to me a secret message,
whispering it in my ear, "जजज-जजजज, जजज जजजज जजजजज जजजज"
With that hope I buy apples from him every Sunday.
Kashmir Fresh Red Apples.
Red, like the shirt you have left behind.
Red, like your pale skin flushed in Kolkata's heat.
Red, like marks on your neck.
Red, like every Sunday ever since.
Red, like your flag.
Red, like the numerous display pictures on Facebook (except yours).
Red, like the revolution.
Red, like Azaadi.
Red, like a Sunday we meet again on.
- Tapaswinee
Tapaswinee is a M.A. student of Gender Studies in Ambedkar University and is interested in
pursuing further research on conflict and peace studies.
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