By Devanshi Khetarpal

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    Devanshi Khetarpal is from Bhopal, India, but currently lives in New York, where she is a BA-MA candidate in Comparative Literature at New York University. Her poetry collection, ‘Small Talk,’ came out in 2019 from Writers Workshop, and her work has been published or is forthcoming in The Bombay Literary Magazine, Diacritics, Vayavya, and Transom, among others. Her website is: www.devanshikhetarpal.co.

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