Maithili Sharan Gupt

The rasa of nearness and its long shadow. Not only the meeting, also the waiting that precedes it, the doorway watched all evening, the way a room rearranges itself around one absent person.

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The rasa that arrives after the others have spoken. Not emptiness but settlement, the water clear because it has stopped being stirred, wanting nothing further from the hour.

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The rasa of the step taken anyway. Courage in this key is unglamorous and precise: the vow spoken before the odds are counted, the standing that costs something and is done quietly.

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The rasa of the refusal that will not soften. Fury here has grammar and aim, the wound that learned to speak, the injustice that declines to be reasonable about itself.

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The rasa of grief kept in good order. Not wailing, the quieter labour after: setting the cup back on its shelf, folding what will not be worn again, learning the exact weight of a name.

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