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(children of the sea)

ANAK DAGAT

"My father was made to climb a coconut tree only to be shot down like a monkey, i saw his lifeless
body fall onto the ground"

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FOR MY DEARLY DEPARTED

Scent of burnt woods, smoke coming from afar, corpses wrapped in sheets being carried down to Ganga river, chants echoing from distant mourners - Varanasi, the holy city.

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FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Jama Masjid mosque in Old Delhi is surrounded by congested streets full of traders,
consumers and mendicants, they are lined with a number Halal eateries that are not just busy
serving food to customers, but also by feeding the homeless every afternoon...

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India

WORKING CLASS

GRIDLOCKED

within the grid

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black friday

A narrative of things

Kids at work

"It was a loud explosion, smoke and scent of burning gun powder covered the whole area, i moved away as soon as my I noticed was caught on fire, i saw my father burning on the ground"

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Dog-Eat-Dog world

I heard her gasping as she tried to catch her breath while blood gushed out of her throat and life slowly drained out of her. The remaining dogs in the cage sat motionless as they watched the whole thing happen - They waited for their turn.

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ANAK DAGAT FOR MY DEARLY DEPARTED FOOD FOR THOUGHT WORKING CLASS GRIDLOCKED A narrative of things Kids at work Dog-Eat-Dog world