Those have read the 2012 novel 'The Fault in our Stars' by John Green or seen its Hollywood adaptation of the same name know what tragedy awaits as they sit to go through a whirlpool of emotions yet again. But for those oblivious of the climax, you need to be prepared with a box full of tissues.
Life of the poor is no doubt cheap in our country but when you are a poor belonging to the lower caste or Dalit population, your life is not just cheap but free for the so-called protectors of our social and cultural identity to twist, bend, burn or do whatever they wish to with it.
The author Alex Michaelides beautifully conjoins themes of unrequited childhood love and parental abuse with a mutilated and mangled psyche in adulthood and how this unholy union brings forth a storm so violent and bloody that it is impossible to backtrack without losing something forever.
Abusive relationships are our society's truth. The feeling of drowning in love with no one; not even your partner available to drag you back is suffocating to the extent of death seeming an easier option. A poetry written from the context of such a troubled mind
Reality for you is what you see and so it is relative to every individual. What if everyone tries to break your reality bubble and you find yourself not recognising the ones you could have died for. A poetry about the downfall of an individual suffering from Amnesia