Warm Blood - by Sharanya Deepak - The Audacity.

Every two weeks or so I am publishing an essay from an emerging writer. This week, we are publishing “Warm Blood” by Sharanya Deepak. Sharanya is a writer and editor from and currently in New Delhi, India, and an an editor at Vittles Magazine. In October 2020, she won the Wasafiri new writing Prize for her essay "Seamless.” In 2022-23, she was a fellow at One World Media, and South Asia Speaks. She is currently working on a book of essays. More of her work is on her website. I am sitting on a footpath near my house in East Delhi. The Delhi Metro, a row of shiny, air-conditioned carriages zips by on a train track above me. My head is in my hands, and in my mind, scorched and blank, I think about how as teenagers, we first watched the slick new trains shuttle through our neighbourhood, pride swelling in our chest. The memory sets something in motion, and I slowly start to look up, prodded by a young man who stands in front of me. “Pee lee jiye didi,” he says to me, holding out a bottle

Every two weeks or so I am publishing an essay from an emerging writer. This week, we are publishing “Warm Blood” by Sharanya Deepak. Sharanya is a writer and editor from and currently in New Delhi, India, and an an editor at Vittles Magazine. In October 2020, she won the Wasafiri new writing Prize for her essay "Seamless.” In 2022-23, she was a fellow at One World Media, and South Asia Speaks. She is currently working on a book of essays. More of her work is on her website. I am sitting on a footpath near my house in East Delhi. The Delhi Metro, a row of shiny, air-conditioned carriages zips