Pandora/Proloinkarini*
She carries the loneliness of a solitary walk
even amidst crowds.
Once, she tried to get "lost" in a large shopping arcade, Hoping, praying, someone would notice.
She "found" herself again.
Her mind is a red planet –
strange and beautiful, but hardly habitable;
her thoughts, the only voices of her solitude;
her heart, the locus of a yet-unlabeled hurricane;
her voice, the final, gurgling scream
of a dark-browed girl called Kitty.
Open the box.
Eat the apple.
Free yourself, my dear.
*“Bringer of destruction” in Bengali.
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