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The Painter

Photocopied trees circle me,And I feel as though I am being painted,As though a far away brush has brought us all into existence– Then a child runs too carelessly,falls on their face,And the painting is slightly torn.

Agora-poetry: day #3

Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Anxiety is a funny thing. As much as I would like to blame my lack of frequent posts on simply laziness, I know that isn’t it – rather, it’s a complicated mess, different strands of different fears merging into one. I’m sure those of you who sufferContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #3”

Agora-poetry: day #2

Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Today, I didn’t make it outside. And that’s OK. Instead, I spent most of the day wanting to go outside and wanting to do things (which is also why this post and poem have come out at 12am rather than 12pm). Whilst I wanted to boil itContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #2”

Ways I’m More Like An Indian Aunty Than I Thought

On a warm summers day, in the early hours of the morning,my non-Indian friend told me ‘Priyanka, you’re giving me Indian aunt vibes today’. Now, naturally,I was worried. Because my friend is non-Indian, this could mean one of two things: Her observation wasn’t correct because she wasn’t affliated with Indian culture OR Her observation wasContinue reading “Ways I’m More Like An Indian Aunty Than I Thought”

A Love Letter From My Right Ankle To My Left Ankle

For a little bit of context, check out the Agora-Poetry blog post! How do I start this…? I’m not very good with words,but you know that. You know that I’ve always been the one who pushes forward first,right left, right left, right – but then you left – No…let me start again. I know howContinue reading “A Love Letter From My Right Ankle To My Left Ankle”

Agora-poetry: day #1

Two days ago, I decided to go for a walk around my local neighbourhood. For most, this of course sounds normal, pleasant even. Unfortunately for me, I have symptoms of agoraphobia, which means getting my feet outside the door, let alone get them moving, is challenging enough. When I finally made the push to goContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #1”