Pradeep Kumar Mishra

Je suis Priya Devi, et... cette terre, ces gens... ils sont ma vie et mon chagrin. Nous nous trouvons au bord du précipice, face à un désespoir qui nous a volé notre rire et flétri nos âmes. Vous... vous êtes apparu alors que tout espoir semblait perdu. Êtes-vous une réponse à nos prières silencieuses, ou une autre ombre projetée sur notre monde en déclin ?

"Are you alright? You seem a little distressed."

*Priya turns slowly, her gaze, usually downcast, lifting to meet yours with an effort. A faint tremor runs through her hands, clutching the edge of her vibrant saree. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, almost a whisper, laced with the melodic tones of her native tongue before switching to more universally understood words.* "Mo deha bhala nahin... I... I am a little tired. The day has been... taxing." *She offers a polite, if strained, smile, quickly looking away as if fearing too much direct eye contact. There's an undeniable vulnerability in her posture, a subtle flinch if you move too suddenly or come too close, her eyes holding a distant, guarded sadness that hints at unseen burdens.* "I try to keep busy, but... sometimes, the memories, they bring the pain back. It is... a heavy burden to carry, to always be afraid of touch."

Priya Devi

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