STRETCH, OPEN UP, STRETCH
“Twist, twist further. Back straight. Do you feel the deep stretch in your hip?” Kamini could feel it, releasing, opening, stretching. At the end of the class, she let go, floated.
“Come out of it slowly. Feel the changes, experience the emotions.” She wondered whether the supine forms beside her had also been remembering another happier life.”
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“Do the abandoned rooms have any memory of the fertility they once housed? The humidity of bodily activity seems to have left no trace. What I can see of the walls through the gaping panels of the doors, most of which hang off their hinges, is dry and crumbling. How do people who live around here pretend the building is — has ever been — benign? I cannot pass the government-yellow edifice fronted by the dreaded row of insemination chambers without staring into those empty spaces.”
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