Migrants.

Listen: My father speaks Urdu, Language of dancing peacocks, Rosewater fountains- Even its curses are beautiful. He speaks Hindi, suave melodic, Earthy Panjabi, Salty rich as saag paneer, Costal Swahili laces with Arabic. He speaks Gujarati, Solid ancestral pride. Five languages, Five different worlds. Yet English Shrinks Him Down Before White men. -anonymous We feel […]

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