Hi, iridescence has poems and musings about love, attachment and regret. This podcast is a reminder to me about the people I wrote for and the relationship I share with each one of them, fictional or real. I hope you enjoy listening <3
The woman in the letter is schizophrenic, the child Keerthi died when she was one. Her husband Nivaan left her two years later and she couldn't cope with the loss and detachment. She still believes her daughter is with her and husband's guilt doesn't let him go away so pays for her therapy and in conversation with the therapist, he realised about her condition.
Hindi isn't my first language, nor can I sing but this poem is very dear to me. This is one out of the two hindi poems I've ever tried writing.