When we dance
you always
spread your arms outward
like wings
and create the illusion
of new wind
blowing suddenly into
still, heavy air
You conceal
effortlessly
your light dancers shoes
till sunrise.
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.
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