on rest.

You open your eyes to the new day.

You create your own different world.

The tying up of your hair into a messy bun, the brushing of your teeth, the ironing of your clothes, the rush to the bus station, and the lifting of your shop shutters. We lose track of time tangled between the wires of these phenomenal and mundane chores. 

In the hopes of something better. 

And somewhere in between, you let your body loose. 

For Rest is the only unburdened food of mankind. Rest liberates a man and a woman. Rest is impartial. Rest loves its children unconditionally since the world leaves us with nothing to give anymore.

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Earlier this April, I went on a photojournalism walk at Majnu Ka Tila, New Delhi. We had to capture and write about anything with ''...tangible manifestations of gendered divisions in reality.'' Slightly digressed, but here's my reflection of what I saw in a shopkeeper's nap.