My doppelgänger ghost haunts Mumbai an infant left behind restless soul never to speak never to sleep never to piss himself crying a storm even if we brought him instead of me my death would haunt his memory my brown baby brother my undelivered twin my stillborn infant troll only God or Satan can spare him suffering neglected unwanted neither God nor Satan care a lick for the boy he hides a spectral form Icarus never flew so close to the blue sun his gaze pure jeopardy Casimiro my twin also could not fly high he was born without wings
Demons angels and God exist within the mind like a city haunted enigmatically by the cries of a dead child imagined as my own verité is not truth but narrative in style autofiction is lies I died unlike my twin when we left India a land I won't call home Casimiro the boy is just an invention a thriller without spies elegy for my life away from my homeland I the dead soul who sings
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