This is a bengali poem, i compused after years of battling my identity and my mother tongue. Years of anglicizing myself and fearing what my bengali- ness would birth. Finally, I gave pen to my words and the beauty of what grief can produce...

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This is from one of my recent trips to Puri. growing up we have visited Puri many times. But the trip was a little different for my mind and soul this time.