Towards the summer sky

I make a shape of heart

With my clumsy hands

This is the feel of life

In his dreams, Rajan searches for the ghosts. He hunts for them, tracing their footsteps in the dirt. He is back in his hometown—he knows these roads. The moonlight shivers on his skin. The crooked streets rattle around him. His heart burns in his chest. Baba, mama. Where are you?

Let’s sail away, honey

to reach the far end of the world

where no land is seen

and the mermaids make us seashell crowns