“Dotted Lines”, an excerpt from Priyanka Mattoo’s “Bird Milk And Mosquito Bones”
If India is a woman’s body, her arms outstretched to hold her billion babies, Kashmir is the unruly forelock above her right temple. Or at least, that’s what I thought as a child, when my Nanaji took out his historical maps, pre-Partition and post- , to show me how we had been carved up. Since…
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