Maher: Qu’est-ce que tu fais mon petit bebe Rahul?
Rahul: Rahul grand, papa.
Maher: C’est vrai, tu est mon grand garcon, et Leila c’est ma grande fille.
Rahul peeking at Leila from the corner of his eyes: Leila petit bebe, Rahul grand!
Leila: NON! Leila non petit bebe, Leila grande.
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Author Poetry and Art books: ‘Tears and Grape Seeds’ 2025, ‘one touch of the rope’, 2024 and ‘Unseen Veins’, 2023
Zambian of South Asian descent, living in Thailand.
I write poetry, perform, and I’m currently an MFA (painting) student. The themes of my art whether expressed through movement, poetry, painting or as interdisciplinary forms include identity, belonging, mental health and family life.
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Natasha Devalia 