Ankur Betageri, 22 September 2016
I am not a type – I never type-speak or leave type-fonts on hands I shake. I expand like a chest of mirrors full of the quiver of knives inside.Fountain in Lalbagh
An arm wearing its own sparkling sleeve sprung out of twirling pantaloons I lean on the air and watch children gasp –
And when I hit the moss my chin’s V fits into the...