Aekta Khubchandani
​Image by  Amisha Nakhwa from Unsplash                                                                   
Aekta Khubchandani, a writer from Bombay, is the founder of Poetry Plant Project where she conducts month-long generative workshops. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from The New School. She loves window seats, and drawing plants in corners of notebooks. She is the winner of Breakout Prize 2022 in Poetry, a finalist for Indiana Review’s Poetry Prize 2022, and The Baltimore Review’s Winter Contest in Poetry. Her work is nominated for Pushcart Prize by Epiphany, Best of Net (Poetry) by Nurture Literary, Best Microfiction by Passages North, and Favorite Online Articles and Essays by Entropy. Her film, “New Normal” whose script she has written, won the Best Microfilm award at Indie Short Fest by Los Angeles International Film Festival. She has works published in Penn Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Speculative Nonfiction, VIDA, Blood Orange Review, Jaggery, Kitaab Singapore, and elsewhere. She’s working on two books.


Things you heard while growing up 
   or how to prepare for a funeral




Please  wash  your  hair  you  can’t  come
like this you have put your shoes outside
the  gurdwara  carry a  dupatta  to  cover
your head or take one of  mine just wear
something simple yes wear white there’s
a  lot of  work  in  the  kitchen come help
serve  chai  I  think  we need  more  milk
you  should’ve  woken up  earlier at least
in    times   like   these   no    everyone  is
coming home for lunch everyone means
every one all families will come after the
prayer  meeting   their  lunch   is   at  our
house please  behave  we’ll  pack  a  tiffin
for  them  let them take some food home
we still have to  go  to  the temple to give
all   these  other  tiffins it’s  good  to  give
food  at  such  times we  had done it even
last  year  when  you meet them just keep
your  hand  on  their shoulder like this or
hug  them  it’s okay how will you come to
the    gurudwara   are    you    taking    the
rickshaw  there’s   no   valet  parking  just
take  the  rickshaw  I’m  leaving you come
with  your  brother  ask  your  father  if he
has  checked  off  all  the things on the list
no   we   forwarded   the   prayer   meeting
details   to  everyone  on  WhatsApp  your
father  put  it  on  Facebook  also  check if
your  father  is carrying the framed photo
we  need  it  for  the  prayer meet ask your
brother  if  he’s  arranged for small Bisleri
water   bottles   remind   your  brother  we
can’t  eat  egg  or  meat  for  at least twelve
days  did  you  see the newspaper they put
his   picture  in  the  obituary  column  you
know   the   dead   wander   on   Earth   for
forty days






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