An evocative poem by Elsy, in Different Truths.
They moved into an abode new by the railway line when she was nine. Sleep became alien as chugged the trains along the tracks loud and heavy, heavy and loud. Even the water in the jar in dread did shiver! Years sped by… she ceased tracking the sound of the tracks, and could fall sound asleep! Not that the trains came to a halt nor that her hearing waned but that she tuned herself to live in concord with discord! As sight gets used to night as the mind gets used to grief sense gets tuned to noise and peace gets tuned to war.
Picture design Anumita Roy
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