More than a month ago I received a copy of Future Library: Contemporary Indian Writing, an anthology published by the American publication house Red Hen Press and edited by Anjum Hasan and Sampurna Chattarji. It had been more than two years in the making, which means I wrote my piece back in 2017 or 2018. I had little idea then that I would be among at least 100 phenomenal poets and fiction writers. 

Unfortunately, I have had almost no time to even skim through the book. I managed once to read my piece and I felt proud of it. It is a work-in-progress, the consequence of ideas I was exploring at the time in relation to selfhood, mysticism, and devouring words—all premised around the muscularity of the human tongue. I have been meaning to make an Instagram post or story celebrating my inclusion in what feels like a landmark anthology, but full-time work and motherhood consumes so much of my free time I’m left with little energy for social media. It’s intriguing that though so many incredible things have been unfolding for me in terms of my career post motherhood, I have next to no time to publicise any of it.