Conversations

words said in silence
points still to be made, left on your fingertips
words that sweep me in your arms
[…]

Original in Hindi

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Translation in English

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About the author

Ruswa

I'm a writer living in Mumbai who dreams incessantly of time travel

About the book author

Priya

About the translator

Ruswa

I'm a writer living in Mumbai who dreams incessantly of time travel.