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My Mother
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|January 21, 2024
A gathering resolving to form Hawkers Union in Shillong, Meghalaya in 2016
I was dropped on your lap my mother
Just as my father, grandfather, great-grandfather
And yet you detest me, my mother,
For who I am.
Yes,I was dropped on your lap as a cursed Miyah, my mother.
This story is from the January 21, 2024 edition of Outlook.
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