PLOT NUMBER 2
UNDERGRADUATE LITERARY JOURNAL

FIRST EDITION


STRANGENESS
ANANYA

Words fall out

from the mouth

of a foreigner

living deep inside me

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NOTES ON AUSCHWITZ
PURVAI ARANYA

1 The day I went to Auschwitz it almost rained, but not quite. The sky and I were brave. We held back our weeping, untied our tears from our eyes only in gentle drizzle.

2. If these buildings could talk, they would scream.

3. I stepped lightly on the gravel, not wanting to put my weight on this broken land. I was guilty even touching door handles, grazing the walls with my numb fingers, or looking for a moment longer than necessary.

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NISHADA
ZEHRA KAZMI

The dark men of the forest

With soot covered hands

These men who speak in funny voices,

Screechy, squeaky and weak.

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