My Mother and I

Esha Sohail Pakistan 2018. ©Museum Rietberg

October rushes inside with mourning petals, losing its freshness due to the shrill emptiness melting parallely over my mother’s ‘maang’ Tiredness slept in her smile while she watched me pruning a family tree out of its circumference  She collects ‘bordoisila’ in flower vases that cry life as a palanquin of inherited storms, changing directions clumsily  …

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