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Reetika Vazirani

Poetry

Fall 1994

Underground

By Reetika Vazirani

Patiala, Punjab, 1966-67 1. Mummy said mali dug the shelter fourteen feet by ten by ten. For three days his head went lower down until I only saw a batch […]

Poetry

Spring 1992

Mica

By Reetika Vazirani

Most weekends, surgeons came for lamb and raita, masala, rice and pista-badam custard. American jokes in your Indian accent brought the whole room hiccups. Laughter was your chance to check […]

Poetry

Spring 1992

Lobster

By Reetika Vazirani

I don’t think you ever got used to crabs whose claws you extracted with dental forceps. You preferred cut-up meat with fulkas, but your Karachi youth could not resist the […]

Poetry

Spring 1992

Devi

By Reetika Vazirani

Her father is your father; my aunt your eldest sister, Devi, meaning light. Eight twenty-two karat bangles ring on her wrist as she inches between her bed, the basin, a […]

Poetry

Spring 1992

On the Fast Train

By Reetika Vazirani

I begin thus: a Rajdhani Express: Delhi, Howrah, Victoria Terminus. In India I course a triangular route from cousin to cousin despite the fall heat and slow mail. I lower […]