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| miss delhi we were together for 12 hours you me and your sister you were a psychology student and i was working towards a diploma in psychosis (i graduated 2 years later) your sister with us always warning of the misery of interracial marriage and frowning when our hands touched you said your life was idyllic (in what i imagined to be a land of pomegranetes and bells) i said i'd read (some of ) the bhagavad gita your sister said there was no god only science you said come with me to india where you would swap your jeans for a sari and i would swap mine for orange robes your sister said that would be impossible you said you'd once been crowned miss delhi your sister said you had brought shame on the family you said you had a beautiful body your sister coughed she smiled almost laughed when we parted me to stand by a darkening roadside hoping for a ride and you to wait for a plane you said we were destined to meet and would never be parted some hours later ignored by drivers i watched your plane disappear over the eastern horizon |
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