Meeting with Pankaj in Kozhikode : who migrated from Azamgarh
On the evening of March 11, 2024, as I walked along Kozhikode beach, my inquisitive gaze followed the ebb and flow of the Arabian Sea's waves. I couldn't help but notice the myriad of creatures drifting in with the tide, alongside human detritus like plastic bottles and food waste, posing a threat to the delicate balance of marine life. It was fascinating to witness how certain birds adeptly seized their sustenance amidst the rhythmic movement of the water's edge. The avian inhabitants of the beach seemed amicable, engrossed in their task of foraging for food. While the current gently pulled me along, I found solace in swimming against it, a reflection of my innate disposition. Despite dealing with turbulence often, these days I'm more aware of my surroundings in public places, even in spots that might feel private like train compartments or on flights. Maybe I'll talk about the growing hate against certain identities some other time. Oh no, there I