So many mornings you wake up and there is just nothing that comes out of your mouth. The thoughts float around in your mind, but they turn into an incoherent pile of pebbles outside of it. You think of feminism, existential crisis, of social prejudice and how your mind is conditioned to not see certain things. But you don't open your mouth to say anything. You just sit around and let your mind form the images and you x-ray them. You wait for the night. You wait for tomorrow.
Kumortuli, North Calcutta