" The world was two, like your breasts
The world was also three, like your eyes
The world was countless, like your thoughts

I was alone, like the tang of your tear
I was alone, like the lone mole on your forehead
I remained alone
Despite living in a world that was countless.

- Geet Chaturvedi,
Translated by Anita Gopalan "

― Geet Chaturvedi , The Memory of Now