Nangla Rising, by Priya
The sky came into Nanglamachi today. Unless blue is the colour of holes in walls. Green walls, pink walls, white walls, dappled sunlight walls, "love is enough" poster walls, high walls, dispensary walls, Rakesh
Cable walls. The sky made its way through falling tin roofs, carefully dismantled doorframes,over asbestos ground, broken bricks and intact ones. With each new hour there were new sky formations and new vertical maps of Nangla being created. One didn't have to stare for too long to see it happening.
Cable walls. The sky made its way through falling tin roofs, carefully dismantled doorframes,over asbestos ground, broken bricks and intact ones. With each new hour there were new sky formations and new vertical maps of Nangla being created. One didn't have to stare for too long to see it happening.
The roof above the lab was falling in parts. Every so often there was a resonating crash followed by silence. The man upstairs had finally decided to break his house. The house next door was gone and there was enough room to slide the tin sheets down. When they were on the ground his 6 year old daughter cut her foot on one of them. Her mother scolded her saying that the clinic was shut today and she had told her to be careful. She walked away from her mother into a room with no door and walked out through the other side.
The sky came in through a thatched roof that was probably under the tin or asbestos roof over the room it once covered. It played with the empty shelves and danced around for a bit. We took a photograph of it and it changed its colour for us. We met someone we knew from the lab near there. He was standing near some of his things, or maybe someone else's things.
He looked tired. He didn't look at us at all. Just briefly spoke to Janu about something I didn't quite hear. Janu later said, its okay, people are not themselves right now.
The sky came in through a thatched roof that was probably under the tin or asbestos roof over the room it once covered. It played with the empty shelves and danced around for a bit. We took a photograph of it and it changed its colour for us. We met someone we knew from the lab near there. He was standing near some of his things, or maybe someone else's things.
He looked tired. He didn't look at us at all. Just briefly spoke to Janu about something I didn't quite hear. Janu later said, its okay, people are not themselves right now.
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