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When Tara asked us – 

with her eyes closed – 

our eyes to close; 

to put one hand on our belly and the other on our heart, 

I wondered why the left hand went down 

and the right one arose 

until after a few minutes, 

when it felt kind of like an embrace.

That’s what it was about, I suppose.

At least that’s what the arms chose.

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Mukta Asnikar lives in Pune, Maharashtra (IN). She translates, writes and makes music sometimes. She indulges in world cinema, walks under rows of big old trees. Mukta sports a long black coat these days, the one she is particularly fond of.