I searched for a stream
with a soft voice
and broad shoulders
I drank from her shores
I dived right in
I rejoiced
dreaming, full
Ecstatic
I went down that stream
and found myself
Official Website and Blog for Shaleen Rakesh, an indie author based in Dehradun, India. Shaleen is a writer and recursive observer of the shifting Himalayan landscape, whose work interrogates the friction between geologic time and the fragile architecture of human memory. Deeply rooted in the ecological and psychological terrain of the Doon Valley, his prose functions as a diagnostic for the Anthropocene—charting the rain of ash that defines modern loss.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
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