A professor. My love.
Another professor. Her caste.
Two countries. Not sure which one.
Not eating on time. Not doing sprints.

The girl in the street I broke a wind chimer of.
Hotel rooms. Not raising voice.
Vaccines but unrecognised. Genetic hyperpigmentation.

Too little Money. Too many potatoes.
Trusting one from the other side.
Meat back home was fresh and cheap.

Difficulty in forgiving mothers.
Easily forgiving oneself.



Malavika is currently doing her Master’s in Poetry at UEA. Apart from writing poems She likes to paint and lounge mostly. Website:Β