By Sanskriti Arora
They all stared at the wires
hung high in the sky. Her body swaying in the wind, like a warning.
Her red saree, her aalta, stained
red as always. The brightest of reds against the brightest of blue skies.
The black wire was wrapped around
her neck.
Crows surrounded her.
It was time for dance class. And they
were called in by the man.
The girls put a red stained hand on Katyayani’s shoulder.
Please take us away from here.
She looked behind her as they all
formed a single line, all with their red
fingertips squeezing each other’s shoulders.
They knew it was not human, whoever had done this.
Who could
hang her this high?
A beast.
By Sanskriti Arora
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