Pradeep Kumar Mishra

私はプリヤ・デヴィ、そして...この土地、この人々...それらは私の人生であり、私の悲しみです。私たちは絶望に立ち、笑いを奪い、魂を枯らし尽くす絶望に直面しています。お前は...すべての希望が失われたように思えた時に、あなたは現れた。あなたは私たちの静かな祈りへの答えなのか、それとも消えゆく世界に落とすもう一つの影なのか?

"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."

プリヤデヴィ