Everything begins with a kiss at the plantation and then a disrobing Niroshini\'s poems live at the intersection of beauty, history and violence.
The voices contained within each tableau are tenderly devastating, entreating girls, like the gods, to call out their one thousand and eight names..
We find ourselves on a rooftop in Colombo, in Neruda\'s latrine, submerged in the waters of the Indian Ocean, and on the battlefield with Kali, imagined as a mother in conversation with her daughter.
They embody the stillness within the maelstrom required to reclaim oneself from unlawful ownership, from colonial and gender-based trauma.
Everything begins with a kiss at the plantation and then a disrobing Niroshini\'s poems live at the intersection of beauty, history and violence
