by Vaishali Paliwal and Shringi Kumari
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No we will not share what age and time she was here and what creative monuments she spent on shaping for years in her isolation, discipline and solitude, and what…
Dots washed
‘The birth of a triangle’
As the concave crowds with pismires, she draws a white slope against lifeShe solves space — over and over with a strand of her hair
Map of moles, same prints of a hanging disease:where breath is, there will be…