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ख्वाहीश ने मन मैं घोसला बना लिया ,
कल शाम से,,,
जाने भाप बन कर उड़ जायेगा या,
हाथ नम कर साथ रहेगा.
ख्वाहीश ने मन मैं घोसला बना लिया ,
कल शाम से,,,
जाने भाप बन कर उड़ जायेगा या,
हाथ नम कर साथ रहेगा.
The Poop of a Lifetime
I woke up at 5 am. The small village at the Indo-Pak border where I worked had barely begun stirring. I left my house, dark providing me the privacy needed to finish my business. It was a first for me - going out in the open to poop! Awkward and dazed, I hopped from one potential spot to another. Then, I heard some women calling me - “idhar aa jao yahan baith lo (Come, poop with us!).” Yes, you read it right. It was an invitation to poop together. I wanted to ignore that invitation, but they insisted, and I joined them hesitantly. And just like that, I became a part of their inner circle. The all-accepting circle of poop where gas and gossip was accepted as easily as hopes, fears, and challenges. One woman didn’t hold back her rage at the dowry the groom had demanded. Another one flowed through her dream of becoming a grocery store owner. Yet another one pushed through the loss of her buffalo, and with it, her livelihood. From recipes to insights, skincare to embroidery tips, governmen...
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