Aditi Bhattacharjee

Bio: Aditi Bhattacharjee is a sales specialist by profession and a poet by passion. When not at her day job, she is found cooking love poems in her head, most of them in Bombay, where she lives with her cat, Pluto, a second-hand book family, and a growing garlic garden. She is always wondering about things that no one finds worth wondering about like who invented the pillow and why even? or how much time is enough time? Did the ventilator come first or the window? Her works have appeared in The Remington Review, Ayaskala Magazine, Lunch Ticket, and The Alipore Post.

it moves me

that in July the sun sets at 9:54 pm in Dublinhalf-way across the world it's hidden in clouds, rainingwater seeps through walls and as we sleep in our musty beds, dreaming dreams of sunny mornings,it breaks down walkover bridges and work-schedules and sometimes Bombay drowns
that dolphins are the wolves of the ocean, living and hunting in packsand I yearn for a sisterhood
that dogs have a third eyeliddo they call dibs on their humans because they see clearly? and I read somewhere that dodos were not dumbthey just didn't know that there were those out there that were capable of a massacresometimes we can never know what we know now
that Spain's national anthem doesn't have any wordsand I love how a good enchilada melts in your mouthall cream and chicken and cheese!sometimes words aren’t enough and sometimes they aren't needed
that sea otters hold hands while sleeping to keep from drifting apart and I am attracted to laundry fresh from The Sun because it reminds me of mom
that it takes a photon 100,000 years to reach from the core of The Sun to its surface and only 8 minutes and 20 seconds to travel from The Sun's surface to The Earth
that first steps are the hardest,that the fight that you fight within is the fiercestthat most of the time you can never know enoughand sometimes enough is never enough

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